Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Want to come over for dinner Friday? I’m a pretty decent cook.” My words shocked me at how brazen they were.
“You sure?” he asked.
“More than sure,” I said, smiling up at him.
“It’s a date,” he whispered to my temple before he kissed me softly.
I didn’t think I had ever been as nervous as I was Friday night. I had been in the kitchen right after work starting dinner, like a real Stepford wife, hair and makeup on point and a white frilly apron tied around my waist. I hadn’t really cooked for anyone since my mother died, ten years ago. The whole act felt bittersweet. Cooking was something I had always done when I wanted to show someone they meant something to me. It made me feel good to take care of those I cared about, and I found myself caring about Arkin. I’d tried hard not to, but the more I got to know him, the more I found myself drawn to him.
When the front door buzzer went off, my heart leapt in my chest. I ripped the apron off me, threw it on the counter, and ran to the intercom.
“Hello,” I said. My voice sounded shaky, and I found myself suddenly nervous.
“Hey, it's me.” His voice was much deeper on the speaker, and it sent vibrations through my body.
“Come on up,” I said excitedly.
I stood at the door like a child on Christmas morning, waiting, counting down the moments until I saw Arkin again. Forgetting my need to look calm and collected, I flung the door open before he could finish knocking.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” he said as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. He had another bouquet of flowers, this time bright white daisies with a creamy yellow center, and a box that looked like it came from a bakery.
“Hi,” I said as I blushed. “What is that?” I pointed to the box.
“Only the best pastries in town,” he said with a smile, a hint of flirtation in his voice. “I really like sweet things.”
A shiver of anticipation sliced through me.
C H A P T E R S E V E N
Arkin
“Your pudding is silky and sweet.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think. The chocolate concoction on my tongue was smooth and decadent, just like I imagined she would taste.
“Thank you.” She sucked the remainder off the tiny silver spoon and then placed it back in her tiny cup with a clink.
My balls ached.
She’d been so adorable and delightful all night, the small chip on her shoulder finally gone in favor of a flirtatious and easygoing woman I’d suddenly become obsessed with.
I couldn't deny it anymore.
I was a damn puppy dog when it came to this woman.
“I can only imagine one thing sweeter.” I pushed my empty cup away, standing and placing a warm hand on her elbow.
Her eyelids fluttered open wide.
My entire body was strung tight and aching for her. Just the thought of flipping her over the kitchen island and making a feast of her sweet little pussy was enough to make my cock leak like a faucet.
“You’ve been so busy worrying about what I like,” I whispered, hand at her waist, pinning her between the counter and me. “What do you like, Daphne?”
She couldn’t speak, round little mouth panting breathless pants and making my erection pound a little harder with the need to feel this woman on another level.
“I like spending time with you.”
I grinned, pride rioting through me. “Glad to hear that.”
I did the thing I’d been thinking about since she sucked all the chocolate off the spoon: I pressed my lips to hers, gentle at first and then with more fervor.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I breathed between kisses. “I exhaust myself thinking of all the ways I could kiss you.” I nipped at the side of her smile. “Make you all soft and warm in my hands…” My hands traveled up her body, discovering all the curvy new territory of her hips and waist.
I tightened my hold, grinding her against my hard muscles.
“Do you want me to keep kissing you, Daphne?”
She nodded softly, her tongue darting out to trace my own sensitive lips.
She tasted like chocolate and honey and a hint of cinnamon, and every second she was on my taste buds, I only wanted more.
“Say it.”
She nodded. “Please, kiss me, Arkin.”
Her words were all it took for the animal in me to take over. Hands at her hips, grinding against her, I ran my tongue along the seam and then lunged.
Our tongues dancing and tangling together, I scented her deeply through my nose, the cinnamon and fire of her enough to send me into overdrive.
“You make me want to do things like protect you.” I lifted her up onto the island, her ass cheeks against the cold granite countertop. “And say things like I do.”