Page 46 of Dark Obsession
Chapter 16
Jenna
"Ouch!" I jerked my hand back from the stove and lifted my fingers to my lips. "Damn, that hurt."
One of the talents I was lacking sorely was cooking. I could pull together a few things, but I was beyond clumsy in the kitchen, which was weird, and not at all like me.
I reached for the oven mitt and covered my hand before trying to hold on to the pot handle. I'd almost whipped the mashed potatoes to perfection when the doorbell rang. Nerves rose up deep inside of me and spread out like tendrils.
"Coming," I called out, knowing that there was no way Nate could hear me. I stopped by the mirror near the front door and fixed my hair a little more. My V-neck fit me snugly, but my skirt flowed out, leaving my hips to be hidden a little. Or so I hoped. I opened the door and moved back as Nate smiled.
"Hi. You look good enough to eat." He moved into the apartment and closed the door behind him before wrapping his arms around me and leaning down to consume my mouth.
I tilted my head a little, opened up for his assault and let myself melt against him. His thick hard body molded against mine, fitting me almost too well. Strong, greedy hands ran over my hips and down my lower back to cup my ass softly as he kneaded my flesh.
"You didn't really need to cook dinner, baby. I just wanted an excuse to come over and make you howl my name." He nipped at my lips before grabbing the oven mitt from me and walking toward the kitchen. "Something is burning."
"Come in?" I reached out and put my hand on the wall next to me as the room spun. The passion between us was blistering hot. I only prayed he felt the same about it, but I doubted it. A man like him would likely never meet his match in the bedroom, but I wanted to at least be remembered as a girl who had given him a good run for his money.
"You can't cook pasta on high, Jenna." He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "You got something cold to drink?"
"Yeah. Wine and beer. Or I could make tea if you wanted."
"Beer sounds delicious. Grab me one and then take a seat. I love to cook. I'll take care of this."
Warmth traveled from the pit of my stomach out, racing down my arms and up my chest. My nipples ached as my bra rubbed over them. How he could turn me on so quickly was honestly disturbing, and yet there was little reason to fight it. I'd been dreaming about experiencing emotion like I was now for my whole life.
"You can cook, hmm?" I got him a beer, popped the top and moved toward him.
"Oh yeah. There isn't much I can't do." He took it and turned back to the stove as I moved up behind him and pressed myself to his back.
"You give a good spanking for sure." I rose up on my toes and brushed my lips by the back of his neck. "But the real question is whether you take them as well as you give them."
He laughed loudly, the sound causing my heart to flutter deep inside of my chest. I'd fallen in love with all the lies I'd made up about him over the last year. He was beyond dangerous in my mind, a murderer. A hitman like Erik. His nefarious ways had the law after him, and after one night in my bed, he would be gone... forever. It was tragic and yet sickly beautiful for some reason. Maybe I'd seen too many old love stories, but it felt fun to pretend either way.
"You're cute, baby girl. There's no spanking a man like me, but you could wrap your pretty arms around me and rub my dick while I finish up this mess you were making."
I snorted and wrapped my arms around him before pressing my cheek to his back. His muscles flexed and he groaned as I cupped his erection and slid my nails down it slowly.
"You're so direct," I whispered and cupped his balls, "and vulgar."
"You love it." He leaned forward, pulling me with him.
"I do." I brushed my nose down his back and breathed in deeply. "Nathaniel."
He stiffened in my arms. "What, baby?"
"Have you ever made love to a woman?" I needed to know. Where I wanted a night of fucking, maybe he needed something differently.
"No." His voice was almost too soft to hear.
I released him and walked toward the counter to pour myself another glass of wine. "Never been in love."
"No." He glanced over his shoulder. "You've got too much on. Take off that shirt and go put on a tank top. No bra. I wanna see your titties through the thin material. Tease me."
I stood there for a minute, a little surprised by his request, though it shouldn't have shocked me. The man was one hundred percent alpha asshole, or was he? There seemed to be a soft gooey center. I was just scared to find it.
"Now, Jenna. Don't make me ask again, princess." He didn't turn my way but somehow must have sensed me still standing there.
