I remove the eggplant from the wok and tip in the ground pork, then switch to the pan with the gai lan.“Just a few more minutes.”
When I’m finished, I set the serving dishes on the table, followed by chopsticks and a bowl of rice for each of us.
“Do you want tea with dinner?”I ask.
“Wine is good for me.”She smiles as she takes a seat.“This looks great.Thank you.”
It feels nice to cook for her.I would have been happy to meet at a restaurant if that’s what she preferred, but I like being home, in my own territory.Just the two of us, no one else to interact with—unlike last Saturday.
I nearly shudder at the memory.
We talk about our families a little, then our jobs.It’s more activity than my apartment has seen in a while, and Kim’s laughter seems to fill up the space.
“I’m going to heat up the pie,” I say as I clear the dishes.
“You heat up strawberry-rhubarb pie?I’ve never done that.”
“It’s better this way.I don’t have to heat up your half, though.”It’s a small pie—just the right size for two people to split.
“No, go ahead.I’ll try it.”
As it turns out, Kim agrees that it’s better warm, and it’s a treat to see her eat dessert.She closes her eyes and moans; I shift uncomfortably in my seat.I hadn’t realized that watching a woman eat pie à la mode could be an erotic experience, but it is.I have to remind myself to eat rather than watch her.
After we finish, she tries to help me clean up.
“No, you’re a guest,” I say, “and I don’t like anyone else in my kitchen.”
“Are you very particular about how things are done?”she teases.
“Perhaps.”
Some people, upon learning that I can be a bit particular, insist on creating further chaos in my space to get on my nerves, but although Kim has definitely brought some chaos to my life, she’s not pushing it too far, and I appreciate that.
I pour us each a little more wine, and we retire to the couch.Without any food between us, it feels a bit awkward.
Because, you know,sex.
That’s the big thing looming between us.I’m not entirely sure if she wants to tackle that today, though.I’m not tired—unlike after the wedding—and I’d be more than happy to partake in such activities, but how to bring it up?
“Would you like to watch a movie?”I ask instead.
“Max.”She turns to face me.“Do you actually want to watch a movie?You sound rather cross about it.”
“I’m happy to watch a movie with you.”
“That’s not why I wanted to come to your place rather than a restaurant.”She sets down her wine glass and slide closer to me.“I have something else I’d rather do.”
My entire body heats up at those words.
She climbs onto my lap, wraps her arms around me, and kisses me slowly, her lips parting against mine before coming back together.
I try to exist just in this moment, just in this kiss.Her tongue swirls around mine, and that moan—I think it’s mine, not hers, but I’m not sure.I slide my hands up the back of her thighs, then give her ass a slow, filthy squeeze.When she responds by squirming against my erection, I hiss out a breath.
I’ve thought about being with her again, of course, but none of those imaginings—while I was in the shower, hand on my cock—compare to the reality of actually having her here.
“Let’s move to the bedroom.”I stand up, lifting her with me.
I stride down the hallway and deposit her on the bed.I remove my glasses, ready to get down to business.Then I’m on top of her, all over her, and she giggles before moaning.I tug down the straps of her dress and remove her bra, without any difficulties this time.Remembering what she told me by the lavender fields, I set my mouth to her right nipple, and she gasps.
