Page 41 of His Secret Virgin
Barely noticing our surroundings, I gazed into his hazel eyes as I ran my hand through his dark hair. As he walked past the sofa, I tossed my bag onto it. “Wanna see our bedroom?” he asked.
“I do.” I giggled at the thought.Our bedroom.
He kicked open the door that was just off the living room and took me into what would become our bedroom. “I had this delivered today. I hope you like it.”
Looking at the big bed sitting in the middle of the room, I said, “What’s not to like?”
Laughing, he tossed me onto the bed, making the pale green blanket fly up on either side of me. “That’s what I thought too.” He opened his arms to encompass the entire room. “Welcome to our love nest, baby.”
“It’s beautiful,” I gushed as I looked all around the bedroom. Dark green curtains covered the windows, and a ceiling fan stirred the air over the bed.
“I’m going to cook us some steaks on the grill in the backyard. It’s pretty secluded out here. No one can see us even from the lake if they pass by on a boat.” He leaned down, giving me a sweet little peck on the nose. “I’ve gotta get the grill started. In the fridge, you’ll find everything to make a salad, and I was thinking we could make some baked potatoes, too. You can find them in the pantry.”
He turned to walk away from me, letting the towel drop before picking up a pair of shorts off the dresser and slipping into them, and partially dressed, he walked out the bedroom door.
It wasn’t the way I thought our weekend would start, but I guessed he wanted me to treat the place like our home—to play husband and wife or something like that. So, I slipped off my shoes and traded my jeans for a pair of shorts before going out to find the kitchen.
He’d put some music on the stereo, and it played softly through the screen door. I danced a little as I found the potatoes and put them in the oven.
Christopher poked his head inside, grinning at me. “Wrap those in aluminum, baby. And make sure the oven’s on four-twenty-five, okay?”
Pulling them back out, I looked for the foil after turning up the temperature on the oven. “You got it, boss.”
He pushed the screen door open and came inside. Pulling me to him, he put his arms around me then kissed the tip of my nose. “Not boss. Come up with some other nickname or something sweet for me, baby.”
“Um—I don’t really know what to call you.” I felt a little awkward for not knowing what to say—an affectionate nickname should be easy to come by, shouldn’t it?
“Think about it.” He kissed my cheek then nuzzled my neck.
I thought about the way he made me feel—all warm and sexy. “What if I call you sexy?”
His grin told me he liked that very much. “You can call me that. But only if you really mean it.”
Trailing fingers over his bare chest, I let him know exactly what I thought of him. “Christopher, you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Of course I mean it. Now get your sexy ass out there and make me some steak that I may or may not eat.”
“Oh, you’ll eat it.” He let me go then slapped my butt when I turned to get back to my potatoes.
He’d stunned me with the smack, but I was even more stunned by how much I’d liked it. “I will, huh?”
“Yeah, you will. After the way you sucked on my dick, I don’t think rare meat will be quite as bad as you thought it would be.” He walked out the screen door, leaving me blushing like crazy.
“Damn, that man makes me hot.” I fanned myself with my hand before going back to the work of wrapping the potatoes in foil.
A short time later, he came in with a platter of some juicy-looking steaks in one hand and a cold beer in the other. “Mine’s ready. How about yours?”
Putting the salad on the small table in the dining nook, I couldn’t help the smile that seemed to be glued to my face. “I’ve got mine ready, too, sexy.”
He put the platter down, then went to get some steak sauce and a couple of beers out of the fridge. “Steak and beer—the perfect pairing.” He placed them on the table as I put the other things down, too, and then he grabbed me and sat me on his lap, giving me a kiss that had me thinking more about the bedroom than about food. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against mine. “Just like me and you, baby. I have a feeling that our weekends are going to be better than any we’ve ever had.”
“I think so too,” I whispered, still trying to regain my breath from that devastating kiss.
Before I knew what he was doing, he’d picked me up and sat me down in the chair beside his. “Okay, we don’t want the meat to get cold.” He stabbed the steak on top then put it on the plate in front of me. “This one is yours. I made sure to trim off all the fat for you.”
“That’s was nice of you.” I looked at the charred surface and thought it looked cooked enough for me. But when I cut into it and some red liquid ran out onto the plate, I looked up to find him smiling at me. “I don’t know about this.”
He leaned over, cut a nice sized chunk off, and then held the fork near my lips. “Open up.”
After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and did as I was told. The warm meat melted on my tongue and left me moaning. “More.”
When I opened my eyes, he’d leaned back in his seat. “I think you can feed yourself now. I’d like to eat mine while it’s warm too.”
Sitting like that, just eating at the table like a real couple, I felt happier than I could ever remember. “This is nice.”
“I agree.” He leaned over to peck my cheek. “Eat up. I want you to have lots of strength for the night I’ve got planned for you, my sweet little virgin.”
Oh, hell!
