Sunny gazed around the table, her eyes wide. “How much food did you order?”
I slid a plate in front of her. “A lot. I wasn’t sure what you liked aside from noodles and ginger chicken, so I got what I thought you would enjoy, plus my favorites. We can pack up the leftovers and take them back to Mission Cove.”
She sat down, reaching for the noodles. I grinned at her eagerness. One thing I had always loved about Sunny was there was never any pretense. She never hid the fact that she was hungry or enjoyed eating. I had always kept extra treats in my car for her when we were younger. So many girls at school picked at their food, refusing to let anything pass their lips that wasn’t in the form of salad or vegetables. I had observed the same thing in many of the women I had encountered in my adult life. It was a mystery to me, and I was glad Sunny had never adopted that mind-set. I liked seeing her enjoy the food in front of her. It made me less self-conscious about my own appetite, which to this day, was massive.
We loaded up our plates, the kitchen filled with the low moans and exclamations from Sunny. I watched her chew a dumpling, slurp noodles, pick up some spicy beef in her fingers when her chopstick skills failed her, all while making noises that were oddly erotic. My dick hardened as she licked her lips, closing her eyes in satisfaction as her tongue lapped at the spicy sauce from the ginger chicken.
“That, right there,” she groaned. “Oh my god, it’s better than sex.”
I slapped my hand on the table. “You wanna bet on that, Sunny-girl?” I growled. “My cock is willing to take on that challenge—right on top of the counter behind me. You wanna throw down?”
Her eyes flew open, her tongue frozen mid-lick. “Um, what?”
I pointed my chopsticks at her. “The noises, the mutterings. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. You either need to tone it down, or we’re taking a break from dinner.”
She blinked. Had the audacity to lean over and peek under the table. My casual pants were tented obscenely. She sat up. “Wow.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. She grinned, winked, then twirled a long strand of noodles on her chopsticks and, never breaking our gaze, slurped them loudly, licked her lips and hummed. “So…good,” she moaned. “So-so-good.”
My chair fell back as I stood, towering over her. “I warned you.”
She was out of her seat fast, grabbing a dumpling as she did. “You’re going to have to catch me.”
I grinned maniacally. “Oh, baby, you’re on.”Sunny lifted her leg, bubbles drifting down her wet skin, sinking into the steaming water around us. I nestled her tighter to my chest, pressing a kiss to her damp curls. Our chase had ended fast, and I’d had her up on the counter promptly. I was inside her not long after, both of us climaxing quickly, in long, breathless shouts. Then, sticky from sex, she sat on my lap and we fed each other mouthfuls of food, the spicy morsels often dripping on our chins. I licked it off her smooth skin, but we were a mess. A bath was definitely in order, and I carried her upstairs, filled the tub, and we sank under the mounds of foam.
Turned out body wash made great bubbles, and I had been over-generous with my squirts.
“You okay, baby?” I asked.
“Hmm,” she responded. “I’m great.”
I held her tighter. “You are.”
She tilted up her head, and I dropped a kiss to her full mouth. I would never tire of being able to kiss her again. I was addicted to her mouth.
She sighed in contentment. “I love this tub.”
“It’s yours. Use it whenever you want.”
There was a beat of silence.
“It’s a little far away from Mission Cove,” she reminded me, her voice gentle.
“Whenever you’re here,” I assured her, the reality of our situation breaking in. She lived there; I lived here. Fewer than a hundred miles away, but when we were apart, it would feel like an entire continent.
She was quiet, but I felt the tension creeping back into her shoulders. I bent over her ear. “We’ll figure it out, Sunny. Just live in this moment with me, right now.”
“It’s more than I thought I would ever have again,” she admitted.
“It’s the start,” I insisted. “We’ll find a solution.”
She pulled away and turned in the water to look at me. Her curls were damp, tendrils falling down her neck and over her forehead. Her skin glistened pink and wet from the heat and water. She was beautiful but looked troubled, a V forming between her eyes. I rubbed my thumb over the crease. “Stop, Sunny. Stop questioning this.”
“How will this work, Linc? You pop down on the weekends, and I come visit once a month? We have enough sex to tide us over until the next time? Talk and text during the week?” She looked away. “Eventually, you’ll get tired of that.”