He joined me a few minutes later with two full plates of steaming goodness paired with fresh garlic bread. I dug in, absolutely starving from the smells that had tortured me while he was cooking. I took heaping forkfuls into my mouth in clear appreciation of his amazing cooking skills. I moaned, closing my eyes after a few bites. Catching his eyes on me, I turned my head and gave him my best smile, twisting my fork in the air with flair.
“I’m not sure I like that moan, woman.”
“And why the hell not?” I asked, offended. “It’s a compliment to your cooking”
“And it’s an insult to my cock. I’m not so sure you moan as well when you compliment it.”
“Well, anytime you want to make me moan in your kitchen with your cock, let me know. I’m game. And this food is delicious. Thank you.”
“I love that you eat like you mean it,” he stated, taking a mouthful of noodles.
“Not that I need to.” Shit, self-depreciating slip, Vi. Not attractive. Then again, give yourself a break. It’s been a while since you’ve dated. You are dating! I went in for a smooth recovery, “But I do love my food and I mean that.”
“I love the way your body looks. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”
I snapped to and saw that he meant it, and I fell a little for him right then. I stifled the emotion I was sure was showing in my face. It had been so long since I felt this type of affection, since I was this full, this appreciated, this...happy. I wanted it to last.
When we finished our dinner, I insisted on cleaning the dishes and he made his way to the couch to watch football. When he saw me enter the living room, he pulled a small pillow from the side of the couch and placed it between his chest and his arm. If he could see my insides, he would see them falling to my feet.
Who the fuck are you, Rhys?
I had every intention of finding out.
Twenty extremely boring minutes of football later, I spoke up, perfectly relaxed with my feet snuggled with his on the coffee table he had violated me on hours earlier. It was hard to believe this was the same man.
“How old are you, Rhys?”
“Thirty-four.”
“Where are you from?”
“Here, born and raised.” He lifted a piece of hair covering my eyes so he could glance down and catch mine. “You?”
“Thirty-two. Thirty-three on Halloween and born and raised here, too.” I snuggled further into him; he seemed to like the affection or faked it well.
“So, before you owned the bar, what did you do?”
“What I still do. I work a boring ass nine to five installing computer updates for the company I work for.”
“You have a nine to five?” I sat up, completely thrown.
“The bar is great income. I could live off of that, but being there day in day out isn’t very appealing.”
“I get it.” I lay back down in his arms, resting my chin on his chest. “But you still love it, right?”
He leaned down and whispered, “If you’re asking if I’ll ever get tired of fucking your pretty pink pussy in a variety of light and dark ways, I’m almost positive the answer is no.”
I smiled and buried my head in his chest. He cupped my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “Never ever be afraid to tell me what you want.”
I was so close to bursting, I simply nodded and put my head back on his chest, making sure he didn’t see the lone happy tear that fell down my cheek. I woke some time later to the weightless feeling of being carried and looked up to see Rhys cradling my body as he moved us easily up the stairs. He looked down at me with an intensity that had my already rapid heartbeat kicking into overdrive. Standing at the edge of his bed, words failed us both as our eyes locked.
He kissed me and my clothes seemed to fall away naturally, as if they didn’t belong between us. Naked and laid out for him, he took his time stretching his lips and tongue over every single inch of my skin. I felt worshipped and beautiful, and when he brought his mouth back to mine, I kissed him with my whole being.
“Violet,” he said as he held my face in his hands, tracing my jaw with his kiss. I basked in his tender touch, wrapping my limbs around him, unable to get close enough. He slid inside me gently; the friction of his cock mixed with the emotion in my chest led me to orgasm in minutes. His strokes took me to a blissful state, murmuring as I kissed his chest and arms. He made love to me for hours as we took turns swallowing each other’s moans, exploring ea
ch other’s bodies until we were too weak to move. He held me to his chest tightly as we drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to his kiss, smiling as he trailed it to my nipple. I covered my mouth, pushing his head away and sprang up from the bed.