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But he can’t possibly mean all of that the way I want anyway. He’s just flirting, and that is something I can do. I turn to him and slide back against the counter, letting my hip touch his. “I’ll have to make sure I give you something extra good as a thank-you, then.”
His grin is sultry, and he leans in close enough I can smell a faint whiff of his soap. “Can’t wait to see what that is.”
I lick my lips. “You’ll be so happy, but…” I start to feel a sudden pang of insecurity, and I ask the question I was meant to be keeping inside. “Are you only showing up because I give great head?”
His eyes go sad for a moment, and then he laughs and reaches out, dragging a garlic-scented finger along the edge of my jaw. “No, Leaf. I show up because you’re the most exciting part of my day. Never know what to expect when I end up near you.”
I bite my lip and fight off a blush. Not exactly the answer I wanted, but at least my insecurity hasn’t sent him running. “Well, I’m glad I’m entertainment.” I peer over his shoulder. “What are you making me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises. Have had too many these days.”
He smudges a kiss on my temple before leaning away. “This is a good one, I promise. Now, go sit down and relax. I’ll make you another drink.”
I do as he says, pulling a chair up next to him so we can continue to talk. He makes me another drink. This time though, it’s blue. It’s just as delicious as the previous one.
“I think I need you to teach me your ways.”
He laughs. “I can do that.”
“Good, because my pickle whiskey was terrible. Very hard to get down.”
“I thought you liked it.”
I grimace. “I lied. I’m very good at it.”
“Hmm.” His face does that complicated thing again, and he studies me for so long, I squirm. Then the mood shifts a bit, and he turns back to his food, stirring in some marinara sauce to the pan of simmering onions and garlic.
“Will I get to taste test this?”
He’s smiling again. “If you’re a good boy, then you can.”
I suck in a breath, feeling my dick perk up. “I can be averygood boy. I did very well in school, I’ll have you know.”
“I’m sure you did.” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye, his lips twisted up in a smirk.
I huff and finish my drink off, smacking my lips together as he offers me a spoon of the sauce. I pull it into my mouth, feeling his gaze on my lips as I lick and swallow. A bit gets stuck to the corner of my mouth, and I try to lick it away, but fail.
It’s very unsexy, but he must like what he sees because his cheeks darken, and the bulge in the front of his pants is obvious.
“Right, well, I’m going to add this to some chicken. Can I use the grill out back?”
“If you don’t mind blowing up. It’s definitely got like six leaks in the propane tube thingie.”
Instead of getting irritated that my place is falling apart, he chuckles and reaches over, pulling me to my feet.
He doesn’t give me any warning, just leans down and kisses me.
I gasp, my mouth parting for his tongue to sweep inside, tasting the sugar on my tongue. I moan into it, my fingers grasping his shirt and holding on for dear life. He just slants his mouth over mine a little more, deepening the kiss.
I take it all, the sweep of his tongue against mine, the way his breath travels down my throat.
I want to bend over right here. Fuck dinner. I want him to kiss me while he rails me against the kitchen table.
But he pulls away, looking a little flushed. “Right, sorry. Got distracted.”
I rock my hips against him. “You should get distracted a little more.”
