“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
The compliment made my cheeks heat and desire bloom within me at the same time. Mike’s eyes zeroed in on my chest, where I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton, creating an outline against the fabric. Mike walked in and closed the door, setting the flowers on the table.
“Maybe I should put those in water?”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah… uhh… maybe.”
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the vase from the top shelf. As I filled it with water, I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. Our next sleepover wasn’t going to come fast enough. I wanted—no, needed—to feel him inside me.
When I turned around, Mike took the vase from my hands and put it on the counter. Then he picked me up, placed me on the counter, and stood between my legs. His hands slowly glided up my legs, which opened wider, inviting him to touch me in the most intimate place. My core throbbed to feel his warmth. My breathing came faster. The moment was intense, and he hadn’t really touched me, yet I felt completely exposed to him.
Mike’s left hand brushed against my nipple, and I leaned back with a groan. The small touch sent an electrical current through my body. He placed his hand around the nape of my neck and brought my mouth to his. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our tongues danced in savage need. My body took over, my hips rocking ever so slightly against his cock.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers. Yes. More. Yes. The kiss slowed, and my body cried out in frustration.
Mike whispered against my lips. “I can’t wait to be inside you, Sydney.”
“We could just pretend it’s tomorrow. It’ll be our little secret.”
His thumb brushed over my nipple again, and I shivered in pleasure. “We could, but I want this to be perfect. Tomorrow, I’m going to make you mine, and I don’t plan on letting go. Let me make this special for you, for us.”
For us. I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay.”
Mike kissed me one last time. “Sleep well, baby, because tomorrow, it’s you and me.”
Mike
I stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce and leaned down to inhale the fragrance of fresh basil, oregano, and thyme. The aroma filled my senses and brought back memories of my childhood.
My grandmother’s sauce was the best I’d ever had. I’d had to practically bribe my mother for the recipe when I moved to Salem.
The doorbell rang, and I put the lid on the sauce and grabbed a towel to wipe my hands. Throwing it over my shoulder, I opened the door to the sight of Sydney standing there with a grin, carrying an overnight bag. My eyes swept over her body quickly while a smile spread over my face. She was dressed in a soft pink sundress that matched the pink on her cheeks.
“You do realize that all the neighbors are probably on the phone right now, spreading the gossip.”
Sticking my head out the door, I looked to my left but didn’t see Mrs. Nelson outside.
“As long as Mrs. Nelson isn’t outside, we’re good.”
“Oh, she was. I spent the last ten minutes explaining to her why I was carrying an overnight bag and heading to your house. I think I just made her more suspicious with all my talk of recipes and cooking supplies. And how the items were too numerous—because you were a bachelor and all—that I had to carry them in my overnight bag, but it really just had things such as a julienne peeler and a melon-baller. I think she knows I’m coming over here for nookie.”
Laughing, I grabbed Sydney’s hand and pulled her inside my house. When the door shut, I pressed my mouth to hers. We were soon lost in the kiss until Maggie Maye demanded attention from Sydney.
Sydney slowly withdrew and closed her eyes, inhaling the delicious aroma before bending down to give Maggie Maye some lovins. “What are you making? It smells heavenly.”
I winked. “My grandmother’s secret sauce with a special type of spaghetti noodle in honor of you, Ms. Burch.”
“Wow, I’m impressed! What kind is it?”