One
KAYLEEN
“No, hold it like this. And don’t cut all the way through. Only three-quarters.”
I closed my hand over Chase’s, helping my would-be student work the knife. It was more an excuse than anything, just to mold my body against his.
I hope he knew it, too.
“There... exactly like that.”
Chase sliced the onion carefully, his strong hand rolling beneath my own. I could feel the warmth of his body. The smell of his skin was driving me wild…
“Now turn it sideways and dice it.”
The muscles in his big arms flexed in tantalizing fashion. I watched them almost hypnotically, as if in a trance.
My God, he’s gorgeous.
“Like this?”
I’d completely forgotten the onion. He was making a mess of it again.
“Sort of,” I said. “Look, you want to keep the point of the knife down...” I jumped on the opportunity to reverse positions, with me ducking beneath his outstretched arms. I melted backward, into his body.
“Here,” I said. “Let me show you…”
This time I took his hand and laid it over mine. His touch was electric. I could feel the heat rising as he inched forward, the distance between us slowly closing.
“So what you want to do…”
He was above me now. Behind me. So achingly close his chin was practically resting on my shoulder. His hot breath was standing every hair up on the back of my neck…
“Is grab it firmly…”
Oh, fuck this.
I dropped the knife and spun around… just as his hands went to my waist. Chase bent down as our faces came together, and then suddenly he was crushing his lips against mine.
Yes…
Our mouths churned hungrily, rolling against one another’s with a pent-up frustration finally defeated by unrestrained heat and passion. At long last, after all this time, we were finally kissing.
Oh FUCK yes.
I melted into him, parting my lips as his tongue swirled its way into my mouth. It was sweet and wonderful. Tasting of man and masculinity and the bottle of beer he’d set down on the counter when I offered to show him how to properly chop an onion.
Wow…
I put one hand on his chest, feeling the raw strength and power there. As my fingers teased their way between the buttons of his perfectly-tailored shirt, my other hand came up to caress the scruff of his chiseled, angular jaw.
God, he was perfect! So perfect I almost couldn’t believe it. And I was actually kissing him. Standing in his kitchen, making out with him savagely while his hands — which were only moments ago on my hips — slid their way downward over the smooth curve of my ass.
I’d wanted him for so long. Hell, I’d wanted them all really, they were all so incredibly good-looking! I’d been cooking for them for half a year now; six torturous months of prepping weekly meals while they walked casually in and out of the kitchen…
And they’ve been teasing you, Kayleen. You know that, right?
It sure seemed that way. Sometimes they’d emerge from their home gym, all tank-tops and sweat and grins. Other times they’d come shirtless, straight out of the shower. They’d strike up pleasant conversations here and there, while pretending to look for food, or snacks, or water.
Still, no one made an actual move on me, and that part didn’t make sense at all. Three gorgeous men, sharing the same secluded Spanish-style villa. Three men who were almost always at home and around each other, making it difficult to be alone with any single one of them.
It was Chase who’d eventually begun flirting with me outright. It started off small, a few smiles and compliments here and there. He’d appear often, his green eyes flashing dangerously as I stared at his broad shoulders, his massive arms. He started hanging around the kitchen every Monday, on the regular. Taking more and more interest in what I was doing.
And now…
Well, now it would be Chase, getting the prize.
We were making out like teenagers at the moment, our hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies. It almost felt forbidden, after all this time. To be finally touching something that had been so close, yet so mouthwateringly out of reach, for so many months.