“If you arethirsty, you’d be better drinking something that will quench your thirst, not wine,” he nodded at the half-empty bottle in my hand, “but it goes down very well with the steak.”
I took another gulp of wine as I slid the steak onto my plate, the mushrooms and garlic falling along with it, making my mouth water. I added salad for the fact it was there more than any intention to eat any. I carried my plate to the table and closed my eyes as the steak fell apart in my mouth, amazed that this man knew exactly how to cook my steak despite only being told once.
Wow.
He grabbed another beer as his phone rang, and I heard him answer as he walked into the hall. I never listened to his conversations because I didn’t want to hear the content if I was honest— I knew Cal did business with some unsavory characters and I liked to distance myself from that as best as I could.
Since being in New York, I hadn’t been exposed to any part of that world until now, and it was fuckingterrifying.
I chewed my food as I sipped the wine more slowly now as it took effect, making my heart beat that little faster and making the day behind me seem almost delightful.
You’ve got to love wine.
Cal walked back into the room, his green eyes burning into mine as I felt those butterflies flying around my stomach. My mind extracted one of my favorite memories of us, and I watched it play happily in my head.
“What are you smiling about?”
I pushed my plate away as I finished the last piece of steak, letting out a contented sigh.
“I was just remembering the first time you kissed me.”
He raised an eyebrow as he walked over to me, pulling me up by my hands.
“I don’t think I can remember, it was just a kiss,” he teased, knowing how much I had talked about it afterward.
I rolled my eyes, secretly delighted he seemed more relaxed. “It was in the rain, remember?”
He nodded, his finger brushing down my face. “As if I’deverforget, baby. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I did that night, standing in front of you in your little dress.”
He leaned down, his lips smashing against mine as I grabbed his hair in my hands, wondering if I would ever tire of tasting him. His tongue explored my mouth as he held me close, his warm body sending goosebumps on mine as our skin touched.
“I was with someone else then.Technically,” I mused as we broke apart, our foreheads still touching. He growled as he pushed me against the wall, tilting my face up to his.
“Fucktechnicalities. You wereminethe minute I saw you in the hallway, wondering who the fuck I was and why I made you feel the way you did. Admit it,Raven,” he smirked as I gasped under his grip as he watched me with interest. “We haven’t had this conversation yet.”
He flipped me so I was facing the wall, as he trailed his hands down to my hips, pulling me against him as though trying me on for size.
“Admit what?” I croaked out as he hooked his thumbs through my bottoms, pulling them down in one swift movement, exposing me to him. He pushed my legs apart with one foot as I heard his belt hit the floor, bracing myself for his entrance.
“When I saw you in the bathroom. At Luke’s dinner party. You wanted me to bend you over the sink and fuck you hard,didn’t you?”
The head of his cock pressed against my wet slit and I moved myself against him, begging him to enter me.
“Come now, Gretchen, we are having a conversation...”
“Yes. Now fuck me,” I demanded as he obeyed, sliding his entire length inside of me. I gasped as he pulled it back out to the tip, before slamming it back inside of me.
“Is this hard enough for you? Would you have screamed out or would I have had to do this?”
As he thrusted in and out of me, I moaned loudly, unable to control myself as he covered my mouth with his hand, so no sound escaped me. The only sound was the slapping of his crotch against my ass, the skin hot and slick as my juices wrapped around his cock, spilling out with each thrust.
His hand slipped down to my hip as his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it back as he used me for leverage, the thrusts becoming deeper and more demanding as I felt myself shudder against his cock as he moaned with approval.
“Fuck, Raven. You’rekillingme.”
I smirked, the pain in my hips from fingers that were now digging into my flesh, told me he was close.
“I’m yours,” I gasped as he grunted with each thrust, the grip tightening on my hips.