Half dazed and completely sated, I followed him inside, knowing that experience with him was the most intense and satisfying sexual experience of my life. And I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.
Chapter Thirty-Two
SETH
I stirredthe meat sauce mixture as I waited for Violet to join me in the kitchen. I wasn’t lying when I told her I could cook, but I wasn’t some Michelin chef or anything. I knew how to make a handful of basic stuff, and I liked to grill… and I hoped Violet liked spaghetti.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and I glanced through the open archway between the small kitchen and the living room area. Violet stepped into view, wearing one of my FD T-shirts. She stood in front of one of my bookshelves, examining my collection of paperbacks that filled it. It offered me the perfect profile view of her. Her hair was pulled up now into two spacebuns, and the nerd in me loved it. Without a bra, the T-shirt framed the outline of her tits, dropping down to curve around her shapely ass.
Damn, I was hard again already. I swallowed the groan that wanted to slip from my lips as I thought about how she’d looked earlier, bent over, holding onto the railing as I plowed into her. What was it about Violet? Sex with her was so insane. Intense. Like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I definitely hadn’t done anything like what we did earlier. To be so desperate for each other that we’d just start going at it in the open for anyone to see. Even the rough, feral way I claimed her, it was honestly a first for me. But the way she challenged me, admitted she liked the pain, drove me wild, ready to show her I could give it all to her. Whatever she wanted.
I’d never been with anyone like her, and it wasn’t just the sex, either.
It was her.
Her confidence.
How she knew what she wanted, what she liked, and wasn’t afraid to embrace it. The fact that she could talk to anyone about anything, but could also just sit quietly and listen to music, not feeling like she had to fill the space with words.
How utterly strong she was. She was constantly confronted by her asshole ex, or at least by the fact that he could literally show up anywhere at any time. My mind went back to that first night we went to The Dock. She didn’t cower away when he spat hurtful words at her. Didn’t give him what he was looking for. She held her own, no damsel in distress there.
And since then, she’d kept surprising me. I loved how she appreciated the little things I did that actually meant something to me. Like giving her a plant and making her a playlist. She didn’t just wave it off as lame, dismissing my efforts as trivial orindifferent, and I couldn’t wait to do more things that made her smile.
My stomach sank. What if she decided that me moving to Charlotte and having a baby with someone else was too much to deal with? In five weeks, I was already crazier about her than I was in two years with Lucy. What did that say?
“So what are you making?”
I blinked and focused on her question. “Spaghetti.”
“It smells delicious.” She walked toward me, coming to stand close to my side and leaning over my forearm to smell the contents of the pan.
I couldn’t look away, trailing my gaze over her long eyelashes and plump lips. Her eyes met mine, and when she smiled, my chest tightened.
“You’re beautiful,” tumbled from my lips.
She ran her hand up my arm and I laid the spoon down on the counter, wrapping my arm around her waist and bringing her against the side of my body.
“And you’re amazing. I’m seriously the luckiest girl alive.”
I didn’t know how, after what had happened with Lucy earlier in the week, she still felt like that. But I wasn’t about to argue, even though I still worried it might change.
She popped up on her toes, pressing her lips to mine, and I held her to me with one hand on her lower back and the other behind her head. I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue in and exploring every inch of her mouth. I wanted her all over again. To lift her up and place her on the counter while I feasted on her pussy.
The sound of water splashing onto a hot burner pulled a groan from my lips and I broke the kiss.
“Go ahead out to the back patio. The table is all set up.” Her lips turned down into a pout and I chuckled. “Trust me, I want to ignore the food and just make a meal of you, too. But atsome point, we do need to eat. Keep up our strength for all the activities I have planned for us. And this will all burn if I ignore it.” I moved my hand around to cup the side of her face, using my thumb to brush along her bottom lip. “But after we eat, I plan to have you begging for my cock again.” Using my hand on her lower back, I pressed her harder against my thigh.
Her lips parted with a sharp intake of air, and I shot her a smirk before stepping back and giving her a swat on her ass. “Go. Before I change my mind and say to hell with the food.”
She raised an eyebrow, a challenging glint in her eye. Brat.
I tried to push away thoughts of bending her over my lap and slapping her ass before making her come with my fingers.
I failed and adjusted myself, debating if I actually cared if we ate or not.
She chuckled and finally began moving toward the back door.
