A Date with a Foodie (The Dating 7)

He chuckles. “I knew I had to make a grand gesture to get you back. That’s why I moved back here. I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m going to make sure you have no doubt how much I want this to work. No more leaving. I’m here to stay.”

“Promise?”

He leans down, his breath warm against my lips. “I promise. These past three weeks have been agony.” His arms wrap around my waist and he holds me close. “I’ve missed being able to touch you.”

Goosebumps fan out over my skin. I’ve missed him too. I lift my chin higher so our lips can connect. He deepens the kiss and I moan into his mouth as his grip on my waist tightens.

He breaks from the kiss. “Can we go inside and talk?”

Shaking my head, I nip his bottom lip with my teeth. “We can go inside, but I don’t want to talk. Not yet.” I reach behind me and pull his hands apart so I can hold them. He stares at me curiously and I smile. “We can talk after you make love to me.”

His eyes flash with need and he groans. The second we get inside the door, away from the prying eyes of people walking down the street, Adam presses me against the wall, his hands all over my body as he kisses me. “I thought I’d never get to feel you like this again.”

He nips the tender flesh behind my ear, and I moan. “Same.” My whole body tingles with desire. His lips are all over my neck, kissing and biting. “We need to get upstairs or I’m going to start taking my clothes off right here and I really don’t want to do that. People can see through the glass window.”

Adam jerks back and chuckles. “Okay, no live action porn. Got it.” Taking my hand, he pulls me up the stairs to my apartment. The second we’re behind closed doors, he rips off his clothes and I do the same. I push him over to the couch and straddle his waist, his cock hard and ready. The bedroom is only a few feet away, but I want him now.

I roll my hips against him, teasing him. He grips onto my waist and leans his head back. “You’re killing me. Guess this is what I deserve.”

Pressing my naked body to his, I nip his ear. “Exactly. The only problem is that it’s torturing me too.”

Lifting my hips, I sit down on him until I get a good rhythm—my clit rubbing against him in the most delicious way. My body clenches and it doesn’t take long before I feel the first taste of orgasm. I’m so close and I love it. “Oh my God, I’ve missed this. I’m gonna come.”

Adam growls deep in his chest. “Keep going, baby.”

I throw my head back as my insides tighten. Adam closes his lips over my nipple and bites down as my climax hits. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down on his cock as he takes over, pushing up into me at a furious pace. I brace my arms on the back of the couch as he chases his own release. Then he yells out, all hot and primal, his body jerking in spasms.

Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beats out of control. “Now that’s what I call some amazing make up sex.”

Brushing my hair to the side, he gently kisses my neck and holds me tighter. “If you want, I can go back outside, and we can pretend to fight?”

Moaning, I pull my head back enough to come face to face, nipping his bottom lip between my teeth. “As fun as that sounds, I’m good here. Make up sex is awesome, but making love is even better.”

He winks. “You’re damn right. I’ll be happy to show you.”

Still connected, I can tell he’s ready for round two. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

Last night was a whirlwind of craziness. There was no talking for me and Adam, just love making all night long. It’s what we needed. However, now I’m exhausted, and the restaurant will be booming tonight. I plan on getting a head start, even though it is closing in on ten o’clock in the morning.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” Adam asks, walking into the kitchen fresh from the shower and dressed for the day. I pour us both a cup of coffee and he comes up behind me and kisses my neck.

I hand him his cup. “I just had a shipment of salmon come in, so I was thinking teriyaki salmon with sautéed green beans and twice baked potatoes.”

Adam’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Damn, that sounds amazing.” He sets his coffee cup on the counter and pulls me close. “We should probably have our big talk we put off last night. It seems you’ve forgiven me, but I still need to explain.”