Why was he not getting dressed? Suzie wondered and felt herself flush. She was feeling antsy. This was not her house and she felt caged in at times. She did not know what to do. Jared wanted her to live with him but they were not ready for that. Well, if he found out about her lie he would want nothing to do with her. He could never find out and she could never do it again. Feeling frustrated she went into Jared’s room. This man loved her and he was sweet. She just couldn’t see living with him, not yet. But she had nowhere else to go. Jeff wasn’t the answer no matter how much her body desired him. Even still with walls separating them she could feel his presence and was drawn to him. She walked into the kitchen. Jeff was cooking something that smelled amazing. Her stomach growled. He looked up at her, still in a towel, bare chested and cooking and he gave her a look of aggression and arousal.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied and looked down at the stove; he adjusted the knobs and walked out of the room.
Suzie let out the breath she was holding and slowly made her way over to the fridge. She opened it and poured a glass of juice. When she saw an open bottle of rye on the counter, she splashed some in. Taking a taste, she decided to add another splash. When she looked up, Jeff was in the doorway, still shirtless but now wearing jeans. Suzie froze in place staring at his chest, rye bottle still in hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he walked over to his meal cooking on the stove. He mixed and added as she replied.
“Oh. Can I please have some of your rye?” Suzie asked and then pressed her lips together.
“Have whatever you want,” he replied, not looking up from his cooking.
Suzie stood and watched him, unsure what to do or say. After setting the rye down, she leaned back against the counter and watched him cook. She loved watching him move, how his bulky muscled body moved so gracefully. As he cooked she was reminded of seeing him paint and her breathing deepened.
“Is there something else you want?” he asked her, his dark eyes searching her face and body.
“I don’t know,” she said quietly.
Setting down his cooking tools he walked over to her. His eyes did not leave her eyes and seemed to pierce her. Slowly he pressed closer and closer into her until he bent down and pressed his lips to her, tasting her. She opened her mouth in a gasp and he pushed inside it with his tongue and lavished her with his hands. Then quickly he pulled away and turned around.
“You might want to figure it out,” he said and he focused his attention again on the fragrant food he was preparing.
“This isn’t…this is.” Suzie took a breath.
“Taste this,” Jeff said and put a spoonful of something in her mouth. It was hot and flavorful and Suzie closed her eyes and moaned.
“Mmm. What is that?” she asked.
“Supper. Where’s Jared?” Jeff looked at her. She didn’t speak. “Don’t look at me like that when I say his name. He is my brother. My TWIN brother and this is his home, his kitchen, his woman.”
He slammed down the spoon he was mixing and turned to her in anger. Breathing in long gasps he opened his mouth to speak multiple times but said nothing. Instead he shook his head.
“That’s why he can’t know,” she said quietly.
“I don’t keep secrets from Jared. Plus, you’re all wrong for him. This whole situation is getting out of hand,” Jeff growled.
“So where does that leave us?” Suzie asked him, shuffling towards him slightly. The smell of him was drawing her in.
He stepped closer to her, the air electrifying around them. He put his hands on her arms, his eyes on her chest; moving his gaze up her bare neck, to her lips, and resting on her eyes. Suzie struggled to touch him and he held her arms tighter, grunting as he held her with his body. A trembled sigh slipped past her lips and she froze.
Pulling her closer he moved to her lips and spoke in a whisper, “I still want you.”
She kissed him and he pulled back tauntingly, still holding her arms. Wriggling, she pressed against him with a moan and breathing her in, he kissed her deep and hard. Tasting his lips fully, she manipulated her trapped hands pressed between their two bodies. She worked at his belt and then touched him through his pants. His jeans stiffening at her touch, she gently rubbed him. With a growl, Jeff moved his hands to her waist, relaxing into her touch. Suddenly Suzie smelled burning and stopped. As she looked toward the smell, Jeff sprang over to the stove.
“Shit. The rice.” He pulled the pot off the stove and opened the window. Then he looked at the clock, swore again and pulled out a new pot and new rice ingredients. Looking over at her he scowled. “You’re trouble. Jared and Laura are going to walk in and I’ll be like ‘Hey supper is not ready yet because I burned the rice. I wasn’t paying attention because Suzie’s hands were on my cock.’”
“Hey.” Suzie wanted to be angry at his outburst but it turned her on and she knew she was in trouble.
Jeff could see the lust in her eyes so he continued, this time teasingly. “Yeah, I will say ‘Thanks for coming Laura. You’re a good distraction from undressing my brother’s girlfriend with my eyes. Every time I look at her I want her naked and on top of me so at least I have something else to look at.’”
Biting her lip she reached out and ran her hands down his naked chest. “You might want to put on a shirt before anyone gets here,” was all she managed to say.
He moved closer and her hands lingered on his stomach. Then she moved them up his chest and touched his bristly face. She pulled him to her and kissed him hard pushing her chest into him. Growling, he grabbed her tightly. This time Suzie stopped him.
“You need to get a shirt. I will make more rice.” Before he protested she pushed him out of the kitchen. When he returned, she was measuring out the rice and he wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts.
“If I am near you, I am going to touch you,” he said as he kissed her neck from behind.