"We're making risotto. It was my father's favorite dish. He taught me how to make it. Said it reminded him of home."
I watched as she cooked, the aroma of the multiple ingredients wafting around us. "I thought your father was Irish."
"He was. But when he was a kid, he used to visit this one Italian place in Dublin that made the best risotto he has ever tasted. And when he came to the States, he asked the owner for the recipe. The owner was kind enough to give it to him, and this is it."
She handed me the wooden spoon. I jerked back. "What? You want me—"
"To cook? I thought you wanted to learn?"
I took the spoon and stirred.
"No. No." Thalia's hand went over mine and slowed down my over enthusiastic stirring to a slow and deliberate circular motion. "You're not supposed to stir too quickly," she said, almost whispering. We were standing so close to each other, our shoulders were touching. I glanced at her neck. Her skin is beautiful, I thought. I wanted to kiss it. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck, making a slow journey down to her cleavage. The kitchen was hot. Or was I feeling hot for different reasons? I wasincredibly aware of each point our bodies came into contact with each other. What would she do if I kissed her neck? Would she pull back or would she respond by kissing me back? Or what if I lifted her and placed her on the counter, ripped open her dress and…
"Focus on the food, not my neck," she said, startling me out of my daydream. "Hold on to that." She let go of the spoon, to my disappointment, and opened the wine bottle. Then she poured some of the wine, while I stirred, alternating with the chicken stock. After she was satisfied, she closed the pot and lowered the heat.
"Is that it?" I asked. The question felt like innuendo. She inhaled sharply. And nodded. "We just have to stir occasionally, until…"
I took a step, closing the gap between us, and went to stand behind her. My eyes went to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, that even the apron couldn't hide. I snatched her waist. She gasped as I drew her into her arms.
I licked that bead of sweat that had been teasing me. "Until what?"
"Until…" she sounded breathless. She cleared her throat, but said nothing else. Her lips were plump and inviting. I wanted to kiss them, but first. I whipped the wooden spoon in my hand and placed it to her lips. "Did I do good, chef?"
Thalia scoffed, but licked it anyway. "I did most of the—" She never finished her sentence. I replaced the spoon with my lips. She moaned in what sounded like relief. Was she was as hot and bothered as I was? Her eagerness seemed to suggest yes. Her hands went to my neck and pulled me closer to her. I must have dropped the spoon, because I heard a clattering sound as both of my hands gripped her waist tighter. Wanting her to feel how hard I was for her.
"I want you now," I whispered against her lips. She moaned in response. I turned her around, stumbled a few steps forward, and whisked her up onto the kitchen island. She gasped when we separated, but she quickly grabbed me back for an even deeper kiss.
My hands went to her apron. I flipped it up as she untied the strings. She undid my apron, and I got out of it. I flicked down the strap of her dress to her arm and the bra strap followed, revealing her breast. "Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen?"
"Sure." She looked liked she didn't believe me.
“It’s true.” I clasped my lips on her nipple and bit down. She screamed. “I can’t get enough.” I pulled her to my tightening groin. Her hands played with my hair as she writhed and whimpered while I licked and scraped her nipple. I could feel her wet panties rubbing against my pants. I wanted to be inside her so badly and she wanted the same because her hands traveled down my chest to my waist, where she pulled down my joggers and released my cock. It was my turn to moan when I felt her hands on my me. I let go of her abused nipple and looked up at her. Lust glazed her eyes. I pulled down the other dress strap and pushed down her bra. Then went to her thighs, pushed up her dress and pulled down her panties. They were drenched.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you.” Her voice was raspy with need.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you want you want.” I went down to my knees and dragged her to the edge of the counter. My lips went to her glistening pussy, and she jerked forward as though feeding me. I took what she was offering willingly and lapped her pussy gladly. She thrashed on the counter as I sucked her clit, tongued the inside of her pussy, until I had to steady her with my hands on her thighs. Her back arched and just when I felt that orgasm coming, I got up and thrust my dick inside her.
"Carey!"
"That's right. Scream my name!" I started a relentless pace as I thrust into her as deep as I could. Carey is the only name that should be on her lips when she's in this state. I am the only person she should think about and not some college kid who spends too much time at the gym.
My hands were on her waist to hold her steady as I drove both of us insane with lust. Her breasts bounced in a mesmerizing motion. So mesmerizing that I wanted to feel her nipples on my skin. I paused. Removed my t-shirt, pulled her tight against my chest, and began thrusting again. Her nipples grazed my chest, just like I wanted. I went to her neck and inhaled the sweet scent that was unique to her.
Her pussy tightened, suctioning my cock like a vacuum. She was close. "Come for me, darling." I bit down at the point between her neck and shoulders and her pussy started pulsing, milking my cock as I came at the same time she did. Fuck. That was possibly the best sex I've ever had.
We held onto each other for what felt like a long time. I was comfortable being inside her.Right where I belong.A year ago, I would never have thought like that, but now it made sense. Our fates were intertwined, whether I liked it or not.
Thalia pushed at my chest. "What is it?" I said, pulling back, but not out of her.
"I think we burned the risotto."
"Fuck. I am such a terrible cook, am I?"
She laughed. She sounded genuinely happy. I would do anything to hear that laugh every day. I would move mountains just so she could look at me the way she was looking at me now. Fuck. Was I falling in love?
Chapter 24
