Page 62 of Brick Wall
“This is delicious,” I say with my fork up in the air.
“Thank you.” His cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.
“You are a great cook,” I tack on another compliment.
“Lots of practice. I can only cook a few things, but I eat this one almost daily as of late, so I have this one kind of perfected. It’s also quick, which is nice.”
“I like it. I’ve been eating too many meals in our college cafeteria and on the road, so a home-cooked meal is a treat.”
After we finish, I try to take Bash’s plate, but he stops me. “I’ve got it.”
“But you cooked dinner.”
“I want to clean up,” he insists as he heads to the kitchen. “I throw everything in the dishwasher. I’ll only be a minute. Make yourself at home.”
I head to the bathroom to freshen up a bit and then sit on his black sofa awkwardly before he wanders over.
He gives me an amused look that sayswhat are you doing just sitting there,but I don’t care if my intentions are obvious at this point. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen this man. I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m clearly waiting for him.
He sits down close to me, our legs brushing against each other as a jolt goes through me. We make eye contact, and I’m unable to peel my eyes away from him. He looks so handsome under the soft lights in his living room.
“Hi,” I say, breathier than intended.
“Hi,” he emulates in the same tone as me. He places his warm palm over mine, and it’s all the contact I need to be brave.
I move my body up and over, never breaking contact with him, as I position myself on his lap. I straddle him, one leg on either side of him, as he wraps his giant hands around my waist.
His eyes are hooded with desire as I gently place a hand on his cheek, toying my fingers through his thick beard as my body automatically inches closer to him. He matches my movement, meeting me halfway until our lips fuse together.
It’s not soft or sweet—it’s pure hunger and need. My heart is pounding hard as we devour more of each other.
I run my hands through his hair as our mouths and bodies intertwine. His hands are all over me, and I need more. I start to move up and down to get more friction, but before I do too much, he firmly states, “Bedroom now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He groans as he picks me up from his lap. My legs are still tightly wrapped around his waist as he easily carries me to his bedroom around the corner.
I’ve never had a man carry me so easily before, like I’m weightless, which is definitely not the case. I love how hemakes me feel so light and carefree. It’s a major turn-on.
Bash throws me on the bed with our legs still entwined, him on top of me.
“This okay?” he gently asks me. I can’t speak. I have no words coming out, so I only nod.
“I’m going to need verbal confirmation,” he says.
“Yes,” I manage to squeak out. “I need you.”
He easily strips me of my clothes until I’m lying naked on his bed, fully exposed.
There’s a little light still coming from his open curtains, and I can see him perfectly in front of me, but he’s still fully dressed. I tug on his white shirt, wanting him to match my naked state.
He’s hesitant, though, just like the last time we had a little fun.
“Can I keep my shirt on?” he murmurs.
“No. I want to see all of you.”
He abruptly moves off me, and sits down next to me, and I sit up, matching his position. What just happened?
