She turns to give me a long once-over. Her expression screams I'd be more okay out of this dress.
Still, she nods. "It's comfortable. Stretchy."
"Help yourself to whatever."
"Sure." She leans forward, pushing her ass in the air, to grab something deep in the fridge. "You actually have food. I'm impressed."
And I'm hard. "Been home three weeks now. Gotta eat." I have to drag myself up the stairs.
This is the first time, since I got clean, that I've actually thought about fucking a woman here.
Not any woman.
Piper.
I close the door to my bedroom. That does nothing to keep her out of my thoughts.
This is a nice room— clean hardwood floors, sleek grey walls, huge windows with a view of the Hollywood Hills. The only things in it are my bed and my dresser.
And that leather armchair in the corner.
I press my eyelids together and try to clear my head. It doesn't work. I think of pinning Piper to the wall. Of her under me, on my bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. Of planting in that chair and pulling her onto my lap.
There's a sound downstairs. A pan sizzling. She's making something.
Right now, I want to hold her more than I want to make her come. I've never felt that way before.
Don't have a clue how to deal with it.
"Kit." Her voice flows into my room. "Dinner's nothing special but it's ready."
I shake off the tension forming in my shoulders and make my way downstairs.
Piper is at the kitchen counter with two plates of pasta in red sauce. She smiles at me. "You got frozen broccoli. I'm proud." She picks up a floret and pops it in her mouth. Then she's sucking the sauce from her fingers. "Took you that long to put on jeans and a t-shirt?"
I nod.
"You still ended up black on black." She picks up a floret and offers it to me. "That is best for red sauce."
I take the broccoli and chew. Then I'm licking sauce off my fingers.
And she's watching with rapt attention.
The way she smiles and motions for me to sit and eat makes it hard to care about anything that happens outside this room.
I can live with being out of the band.
I can live with Mal and Ethan never speaking to me again.
But I'm not sure I can live with the possibility of breaking her heart.
Piper laughs. "You have to eat too." She shifts out of her seat, scoops sauce onto her finger, and brings it to my lips.
I lick the marinara off her finger.
Then I'm sucking on her soft skin.
And she's staring into my eyes with this delicious mix of desire and affection.