There was a knock at the door, letting him know Verity had arrived.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Wait, Hector—”
He hung up, not wanting to have Sean on the phone while Verity was here. When it came to his neighbor, he was selfish and he wanted her all to himself, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
Opening the door, he saw Verity with Cutie in her arms.
“Cutie wanted to come and say hello.”
He held the dog in his arms, kissing the top of her head. Staring at Verity, he noted the wrap dress she wore. It crossed over her full tits and tied at the back. She always looked sexy in every single item she wore.
So beautiful.
Cutie wriggled in his arms, and he leaned down to put her on the floor.
“Are you ready to cook?” she asked.
In his mind, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His cock liked that idea.
This was bad.
“Lead the way.”
He didn’t know what was happening to him, but when it came to Verity, she was really messing with his head. What was worse, she didn’t even know it.
“Did you use the tofu we marinated?” Verity asked.
“No. You told me not to, and I wanted top points off the teach.”
Verity laughed, opening his fridge. He loved how at home she seemed at his place. She hadn’t invited him over to hers, but then, she was teaching him how to cook.
With an apron on, he moved in close beside her, taking a deep inhale.
Vanilla. No matter what she cooked, he always got the scent of vanilla, and she made his mouth water.
With how close he was, Verity kept bumping into him. They had only gotten the ingredients and the few saucepans out, but he just … he didn’t know what came over him, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He had to have her.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do this.” Without any other warning, he cupped her face, tilting her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.
Verity’s hands went to his arms, but she didn’t scratch or fight him off. At first, she was frozen, as if in shock, and then she came to life in his arms. She slid her arms around his neck, her fingers stroking into the hair at the base of his neck before she deepened the kiss.
He glided his tongue across her full bottom lip, and she opened up to him. Plundering into her mouth, he heard her moan.
Hector needed to feel all of her. Moving his hands from her face, down her body, grazing across her tits, and toward her ass, he gripped the flesh, drawing her close.
She felt so good. The softness of her body was a fucking dream. One he didn’t want to let go off. She was so fucking beautiful. Heaven.
Verity broke the kiss first. “What are we doing?”
“Kissing.”
“We shouldn’t?”
“Why not? You want it. I know I want it. What’s wrong with kissing?” he asked. Her lips begged to be kissed.
“This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m your teacher.”
“No, I’m not paying you. You’re not my teacher, Verity. If that’s the case, I quit right now. I don’t need to learn to cook.” He totally did, and he’d make sure she kept on teaching him, but right now, he had to keep kissing those sexy lips.
Pulling her against him, he took possession of her mouth, and Verity moaned. He lifted her and placed her on the clean counter. He reached for the tie of her dress, releasing the knot, and slowly, the dress came apart, and he had never been so thankful for wrap dresses before in his life.
Yes, fucking yes. Verity was a dream.
The white lace she wore seemed almost virginal, but it was so perfect.
He pressed kisses from her lips and down her neck, and then touched each perfect mound. Sliding his tongue over each rounded curve, he flicked the catch of her bra, and her tits spilled forward.
So big.
He loved her large nipples, and he took one in his mouth, sucking on the peak. Verity’s cries filled the air. He’d never heard anything so perfect before in all his life.
Moving to the second breast, he flicked his tongue across each nipple, taking his time, and then he wanted to taste her. Hector kissed down her body, going toward her pussy. The panties were flimsy, and he wasn’t a patient man.
He slid his fingers between the lace and tugged, tearing the panties from her body. She gasped, and he put his hands on her knees, sliding them open to see her pretty pussy. She had a small patch of hair around her entrance, and he lifted her legs so her feet were on the edge of the counter. The angle spread her open, and she was so fucking tempting. Running his hands down her knees toward her waist, he had to have a taste. With a flick of his tongue across her slit, he took the taste he wanted. One stroke over her clit, and she released a whimper. He smiled as he slid down toward her entrance and plunged inside her.