Page 63 of Stay With Me
I lean back and meet his eyes. “Lunch?”
He brushes his hand up and down my arm. “Yeah, lunch. I haven’t eaten yet, and I can tell you’re nervous. So let’s eat.”
He stands and holds his hand out. I place my shaking hand in his, because he’s right.
I’m nervous.
He leads me to the kitchen and lets go of my hand when he gets to the fridge. Rummaging around, he pulls out some condiments and deli meat. He glances at me over his shoulder with a soft smile. “Want to grab the plates, and we can make some sandwiches?”
I nod and turn to the cabinets and grab two plates and set them on the counter and open the drawer to my left and pull out a knife. Before I can turn around, I feel him behind me.
He kisses the side of my neck. “Thanks, baby,” he whispers next to my ear.
“N-no problem,” I say softly, my heart rate picking up.
We work together to build our sandwiches, our hands brushing as we reach for the ingredients. Sparks race up my arm with each touch.
“I bought a new seasoning at the store the other day. Want to try it before sprinkling some on?” he asks as he holds a spoon up for me.
I flick my eyes down and see a small amount of the seasoning on the spoon.
“Yeah. What is it?” I lean forward, open my mouth, and close it around the spoon.
Without breaking eye contact, he responds. “It’s an asiago-flavored everything seasoning.”
He brushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear, and heat sweeps through me as desire pools in my stomach. His eyes are locked on my mouth.
I slowly part my lips and lick them. “That’s good,” I say softly.
Will he make the first move?
Should I?
What if he really is hungry?
Screw it. I’m not hungry anyway.
I go on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his. “I don’t think I’m very hungry.”
“Are you sure?” he asks and bends slightly, putting his hands just under my butt and turning us to set me on the island.
My cheeks flush as I nod, and his mouth descends on mine.
The kiss is raw, full of emotions.
His lips are soft, commanding, as I follow his lead. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me closer, and his hardness presses against my core. The essence of him draws me in every time his tongue brushes against mine.
Unsure of how to move forward, I fist his shirt and pull my chest flush with his.
I’m overwhelmed with the urge to touch him everywhere.
He rocks into me, causing my blood to hum with pleasure.
Oh my.
My fiery moan breaks the heated silence. He deepens the kiss, threading one hand through my hair to angle my head exactly where he wants me.
Tentatively, I rock my hips against him.
