Page 54 of Kove and Xiah
I huffed and walked toward the kitchen to begin the process of baking an imaginary batch of brownies. I moved from the pantry to the refrigerator and placed things on the counter, mixing imaginary ingredients. The more creative I got, the happier I felt with the idea of actually baking in this kitchen. It was a chef’s dream..
“This is weird as hell but I’m actually enjoying it. Just so you know, this little game we’re doing is prep work for when I show up uninvited and actually bake something.”
I glanced over my shoulder while mixing my pretend batch of batter to find Kove’s eyes on me. He looked sexy as hell leaned against the opposite counter, legs spread wide, hands tuckedunder his T-shirt which exposed the low set of his sweats, giving me a peek at his abs and the waistband of his briefs.
“Long as you sharing what you’re cooking, I’m cool with that.”
My stomach fluttered with the prospect of cooking for him like this was our thing...
“Fair warning, I can bake, but cooking is not necessarily my superpower.” I walked to the oven, opened it, and placed an imaginary batch of brownies inside.
“Them brownies were on point. What you mean you can’t burn? It’s the same thing.”
“Nope, it’s not, trust me. I can slay German chocolate chunk cookies but will have dry ass chicken, mushy vegetables, and lumpy mashed potatoes that taste like hospital food because I can’t quite gauge the seasoning part.”
I rocked on my heels and he chuckled. “I can’t fuck with you then. I don’t do the sweet shit like that during the season because it fucks up my training.”
“That sounds like a personal problem because you literally just gave me an open invitation to bake in this kitchen.”
“You got that. I’ll figure it out.”
“Are we done or you need me to pretend to ruin a dinner?”
He smiled lazily. “Yeah, we’re done. Come here.”
I crossed the kitchen, and when I was within proximity, he pushed away from the counter and lifted me, turning to place me on top of the island. When he reached for my foot and pushed the heel of my sneaker so it came off and dropped to the floor, I arched a brow.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to see something.”
He removed my other shoe and I let him…
“An hour ago, when you wanted to see something, it required my ass in the air. That’s not happening here.”
He grinned. “I don’t need your ass in the air to see what I need to see.”
“Good because this isn’t your house yet so that’s not happening here.” He stepped between my legs and his body spread them wider while his hands landed beside my thighs.
“How you gonna say this is not my house? You been hollering you sold it to me for the past week.”
“I did but the sale is still pending. It’s not officially yours until you sign all the paperwork.”
“I believe in speaking shit into existence. This is my house. Now you gonna let me see something or not?”
“See what?”
He stepped back and hooked his fingers into the band of my leggings but I grabbed his wrist.
“I wanted to see you cook something in my kitchen then see what it looks like when I choose to eatyouinstead. Can I get that?”
Yes, oh fuck yes…
“We probably shouldn’t….”
“Probably not…”
When he tugged at my leggings, I lifted enough to let him work me out of them. Next to go were my panties before Kove turned me so I was lying vertically across the length of the island and he spread my legs, moving his arms under them. My ass lifted from the granite countertop and I tensed in anticipation of what was next. The second his tongue glided over my slit, I forgot about ownership of this damn house and focused on ownership of my pussy because let's face it, she now belonged to him. He delivered several intentional passes of his tongue before he lifted his eyes to check in.
