Page 15 of Talk Turkey To Me
“It’s not my father’s kitchen anymore. It’s yours.”
And with that, she reached her free hand into the bowl and scooped out a handful. She reared back and threw it at him. The mash soared through the air and landed with a splat… directly against his stupidly hard chest and somehow, even as she watched it happen, Lily was shocked by her actions because he’d been right.
She hadn’t really intended to throw food at him but he had been driving her crazy and backing her into a corner and this, it only proved his point further. Because he could always get under her skin so easily. He really did know all of her buttons and just how to push them to make her react.
Though from the look on his face, even he was surprised she’d followed through on this one.
Chapter Six
The blueberries landed square against his chest with a splat and he gaped in astonishment. She’d done it. She’d really done it and the surprise made him laugh out loud. Because despite clinging to his memories of her, he’d somehow forgotten that her favorite thing to do was always the opposite of whatever he said.
She looked as surprised as he’d been that she’d actually done it and he watched as her cheeks heated a beautiful shade of pink. He was still laughing as he swirled a finger through the berries that were sliding down his check and then popped it in his mouth. Her eyes widened and when he released the finger with a hum and she licked her lips, gaze on his mouth, a deep ache to pull her into his arms nearly overtook him.
Instead of reaching for her, he reached for a bowl of cherry filling and grinned, “Oh, now you’ve gone and done it.”
“No.” She squealed, eyes going wide as he reached his hand in and came up with the dripping red liquid. “No, no, no!”
He reared back and she turned to run. He tossed it anyway, hitting her with a splattering mess right in the back. She screamed and spun once she’d reached the other side of the island, berries already in her hand and at the ready. She threw them and he ducked, the mess mostly missing him but sprayingthe oven door with sticky goo. He laughed again and she giggled as she tried to dodge another round of cherry filling but he’d expected her retreat this time and aimed lower, notching a hit against her upper thigh before continuing to chase her around the kitchen.
She snagged a second bowl off the island and he squeaked as the entire thing flew towards his head. He dropped the cherry filling bowl to catch it, half ot the contents spilling over his head before he tucked it against his chest and gave her a disapproving glare.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
She giggled and took off again and he couldn’t help but chase after her.
They both kept grabbing more bowls and throwing the contents at one another. They slipped and slid through the puddles they were making as the circled one another and the islands in the kitchen. Myles couldn’t remember ever having so much fun knowing full well that he would be the one to clean up their mess at the end of the night. But until then, he planned to enjoy himself so when Lily slipped and pinwheeled her arms as if she was about to go down hard he was glad he was close enough to snatch her up, even if it sent both of them careening off balance.
They collided with the door of a large stainless steel fridge and he instantly grabbed for her hands, which were caked in gooey fruit, when she started to raise them and undoubtedly push him away.
“Put down the weapons.” He grinned as he looped his fingers around her wrists.
“Never.” She twisted in his grip, managing to wriggle one wrist free thanks to his own slippery fingers.
Lily raised her free hand and smeared her sticky palm up his neck and across his cheek and he reacted before he could cautionhimself not to push. He turned his head and caught the sensitive flesh below her thumb between his teeth. She let out a little whimper as he nipped at the skin and the sound turned to a low moan when he flicked his tongue over the spot and then licked up her thumb.
He went from half-hard to a flag pole in an instant. His heart was pounding loud in his ears, drowning out all his common sense. He sucked her thumb between his lips and lapped up the sweetness of the fruit and the taste of her skin. When he released her thumb a shuddering breath escaped her and their eyes met. Her pupils were dilated with a desire that was undeniable, her lips damp and her breath ragged.
But the moment she spoke, even if all she managed was a whisper, he knew she wasn’t done putting up a fight, “Don’t.”
He tightened his grip on her, still holding her against him, pinned against the fridge door, “Don’t what?”
“We can’t.” She changed course with a shake of her head that was less than convincing.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
He held her gaze and leaned closer, “You don’t have a boyfriend, Lil. I already told you that I don’t believe you so stop lying to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You are. You’ve lied about damn near everything tonight. You don’t have a boyfriend. You hate your job in New Orleans. You want to come home and take over this kitchen. The only thing you’ve been honest about is that you’re mad as hell because you think I stole it from you. But you know what?” He lowered his voice and was pleased when her eyes fell to his mouth again. “None of that changes the fact that you still want me just as much as I want you so just admit it.”
“Myles…” His name came out as a breathy plea and he pressed himself into her harder, holding her in place, not giving her an inch to back away.
“It’s you, Lil. It’s always been you for me. There hasn’t been anyone else that mattered because I’ve never stopped loving you, not for a single second. I wantyou.” He laid it all on the line and waited but she didn’t say a thing, only ducked her head to look away. He felt like something in his chest was on the verge of breaking at that moment, “Lil, please, say something.”
When she glanced back up her eyes glistened with unshed tears but she shook her head, “That’s not true. If that was true then why did you end it? You’re the one that broke up with me, Myles. You’re the one who got drunk at that party and went off with Asha to prove that it was over between us. You said we were too different, that we wanted different things and it never would have worked. You said…”
