Page 28 of Addicted

“Gorgeous, you’re definitely dessert.”

CHAPTER 15

HUGH

Denise truly came to life at the museums.

When she saw us turn the corner and saw SF MOMA, she literally skipped forward. Skipped.

I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as she wandered through each exhibit, taking in the statutes and the art. I spent most of my time watching her and barely taking in anything other than her. Her face was so expressive. Everything happened there, probably before she even realized she was thinking it.Of everything at MOMA, she was most enamored by the abstracts.

It took some doing, but I managed to get her to agree to a small lunch before pointing to MOAD. She melted as she entered, and I could tell this was going to be her new favorite place. The vibrant colors matched her personality to a tee.

She lingered in front of almost everything, taking her time moving between each room and really giving each piece of history her undivided attention. It reminded me of something my Grams had said about seeing someone’s soul when they’re in their element.

In MOAD I saw Denny’s soul, bright and green and full of life. I soaked it in as we wandered around. This woman was a marvel, and there was no way I was going to be able to get through this weekend without touching her and feeling her against me.

She was, of course, oblivious to the fact that my dick was half-hard. I watched her ass bounce in those jeans as she half-danced around the place and I wanted to pull her into the bathroom.

I needed to buy some art. I wanted her to have that look in private, somewhere with a door that locked and a bed I could throw her down on.

When we walked out, I couldn’t help but hold her to me and kiss her. My attention was on her, making sure she was having fun. She was so full of joy and light and after yesterday, I knew she needed it. Being the one that gave it her had me feeling territorial all over again.

We’d stopped at a pizzeria on the way back to my place. She widened her eyes as I ordered enough food to keep us fed for a few days. While we waited, I texted Cleo a quick update, since I hadn’t seen Denise pick up herphone in hours. I also shot a text to my Grams, so she knew that I’d be bringing a guest to dinner tomorrow.

At that moment, I realized this hadn’t just been for her, it was for me too. I hadn’t thought about Switch all day. There was a space she’d cracked open in my heart and she was filling it with the brightest light I’d ever seen.

It was a short walk back to the condo and I was grateful for it because my stomach was growling as we walked. By the time we hit the elevator, I watched Denny pop a bread knot into her mouth. I raised my eyebrows and she did the hoo-hah as she chewed. Her eyes rolled in bliss as the damn thing burned her tongue, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Eat one,” she said, chewing.

I gave her a look, but she was already grabbing one from the bag and shoving it into my mouth.

The perfectly salty bread was fucking delicious. I smirked at her. I kept my gaze locked on hers and I let out a sinful moan as I leaned forward, taking the entire piece of bread and her fingers into my mouth, my tongue tracing across them, sucking the buttery salt from them. When let her fingers go, I slowly chewed on the bread, my eyes not leaving hers.

She blushed but didn’t look away. I could see her jaw tick to the side. She was probably chewing on her cheek. What would she do if my knee came up between those thick thighs right now? Would I feel the heat of her lipsthrough my jeans? Would she make that sweet same sigh against my mouth as I thrust my tongue into her mouth?

There was so much I wanted to do with her,toher. She had no idea how much control she had over me, how many men turned as she walked by. That wasn’t what this weekend was about, but I couldn’t help the urge building in me to show her. To give her all the things she should’ve been getting this whole time. I needed her to see that she could have it all.

As the elevator started to slow down, I winked at her, her cheeks a cute shade of pink. Watching her blush was thrilling. It was the proof I needed that she was just as affected by this as I was, that every time I thought about finding my way into her tight heat, it would be wet and ready for me.

I exited first and opened the condo door for her. I watched as she rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip as she walked out of the elevator.

“Down girl,” I heard her whisper to herself as she shut the front door, and I worked hard not to laugh. I wanted to find whoever taught her how to whisper and give them a kiss right on the mouth because she was incapable of saying anything under her breath.

I placed the pizzas down on the coffee table, motioning for Denise to take a seat as I headed to grab a few things.

Moving through the kitchen, I pulled out two plates and some napkins while she opened the boxes and placed them across the coffee table. The smell of cheese reminded me that I wasn’t just hungry for pussy, I also needed food.

Denise brushed behind me as I headed towards our seats. Her fingers lightly grazed my ass while I walked past her. She was teasing me. I added another mark to her tally as I turned to watch her.

She leaned up and opened cabinet after cabinet. I would’ve asked her what she was looking for, but the sight of her on her tippy-toes leaning over my counters was far too appetizing. She finally found what she was looking for and she did a little hop that made all of her jiggle.

The glasses clinked together in her hand as she walked over to grab a bottle of scotch off the liquor cart by the TV.

She poured us both a finger of scotch from the most expensive bottle I had, and I didn’t even care. Turning, she saw me watching her path, and she gave me this shy smile that made my chest feel warm.

As she walked over to the couch with our drinks, I smiled. I could do teasing and flirting Denise. Her tongue reached out to taste the amber liquid as her gaze stayed fixed on mine.

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