Page 60 of Delicious (Delicious #1)

Chapter Seven

Rémy

I think at first I’m imagining things. I’ve imagined grabbing Nate and kissing him so many times, this had to be a dream, too. But his warm soft lips press against mine, as his hands hold my waist and when my fingers slip up the hem of his shirt and touch the soft skin of his lower back, my whole body comes alive with the realization this is very real.

I pull him closer and slide my hand all the way up his back, holding him against me as his lips part and his tongue finds mine. I want to stay right here doing only this, but we’re in the kitchen where anyone could walk in any second to start the lunch prep.

I reluctantly pull away and the disappointment in his eyes sends a pang to my chest.

“Not here,” I tell him, taking his hand and leading him toward my room. His palm is warm, and it’s like tiny vibrations flow between us, electricity generated by this connection we have. I turn and pull him to me the second I’m into the small hallway.

“Here,” I say, and he pushes up and kisses me again, and I fumble behind him to close and lock the first door. His finger loops under the hem of my shirt, and I copy him, lifting his shirt up his back, feeling the ridges of his muscles until he breaks our kiss and lifts my shirt over my head. I peel his shirt off, too, his toned chest glistening, pleading with me to run my tongue over every mound, taste every inch. But before I can do any of that, he presses his palms against my chest, keeping us apart as his lustful stare trails down my body and then back up to meet my gaze.

He sucks in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, then launches at me. I shuffle us backward as we kiss. It’s raw, all lips and teeth and tongue and hot moans as we move through the door to the bedroom section of the space. I kick that closed, too, before I fall back on the bed, pulling him down on top of me.

His tongue fights mine for control as his fingers lace through the curls at the nape of my neck, sending shivers through my entire body. I’m rock hard already. Truthfully, I was hard the second he kissed me. Nate always did something to me, even as kids. It was like he could just look my way and my whole body would switch on.

He’s holding himself slightly above me, pushing up on one hand, and I roll him to the side and wedge us closer by linking my leg over his and pulling him in. His hard cock is like a rock against mine, and I grind a little. He lets out a soft moan between kisses.

I want him so badly, but can I do this? Should I? I break our kiss, and he locks on my gaze with those bedroom eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I want this,” he says, brushing a curl behind my ear and leaning forward. “I want you.” He drags his lips softly across my jaw, peppering kisses down my neck until he reaches the crease at my shoulder. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Then take me,” he says, and I reach between us and unbutton his jeans, his hard cock tenting the thin fabric of his boxers. He’s unbuttoning my pants almost as fast, while his other hand is in my hair and his lips are on mine.

I work his jeans and boxers down, over his tight round ass, grabbing it in fists and moaning into his mouth when he pulls me out and wraps his hand around my length, giving it a slow soft stroke.

I release his ass, moving to take a hold of him, too, but he pulls back.

“I got you,” he says in a fucking sexy rasp that makes my cock twitch.

Then he spits into his hand and reaches between us, and I suck in a breath as he positions his cock beside mine, the soft skin igniting a million nerves and sending a rush of electricity through me.

“Oui, yes you do,” I breathe and clench his ass tighter.

He softly swipes the pad of his thumb over my cockhead.

“Oh god,” I moan, and he does it again, collecting the precome he’s brought out of me and then slides his hand down and back up again. He works us slowly in firm strokes, sliding the soft skin over my cockhead and then back down, teasingly slow. I’m desperate to kiss those pouty lips of his.

I thrust into his downstroke, and he lets out a deep groan from his chest encouraging me on, and I thrust again, careful not to push him off my small bed.

He jerks us, as I explore every muscle of his ass and back, and lift my hips into every stroke. He nuzzles my neck, burying his face into the soft skin, moaning kisses down until he sucks the crease at my shoulder. The pressure inside me builds, and all I can think is, harder, faster, tighter as his grip on my hair tightens. He lifts his head, panting, eyes locked on mine.

“Holy shit,” he breathes as his chest heaves up and down. I keep my gaze locked on his, trying to stave off the building orgasm, but as his desperate stare bores into mine, my balls tighten and the electricity pulses through me.

His ass flexes in my grasp, and then his head tilts back. Lips parted, he breathes in short grunts, completely blissed out. It’s my breaking point. Seeing him so far gone, my high hits hard and fast, balls pulling up tight, thighs tensing as I unload between us, my come coating his fist, our cocks, my chest, and then his heat joins mine, and he shudders against me.

He buries his face in my neck, his warm breath like a perfect summer breeze against my skin, and we lie there in each other’s arms until our breathing has returned to normal and the noises of the kitchen start to filter through to my room.

“I should go,” he says, and a lump forms in my throat.

“You want to leave?”

He pushes onto one elbow and smiles that big gorgeous smile and cards his fingers through my hair.

“Not forever, just to my room to shower and change.”

“I have a shower here,” I say, looking past him to the door.

“Yes, but you also need to shower, and I don’t think we’d both fit in there. I peeked inside before. It doesn’t look that big.”

“Do you want to get lunch together? We can talk more about what renovations the place needs?” I ask. What I actually want to say is we can talk about how amazing this place will be when we are both running it, but even after this, I don’t know that he will stay, and I wouldn’t want him to think I only did this to get him to. I’ve known there was something special about Nate front the moment we met as kids, and seeing him again, all these years later, only reignited those feelings like pouring gas on a bonfire.

“Lunch sounds great. Do you have any more of those cheesecakes?”

“Oui, but I’m making something else for dessert tonight.”

“Then I can have whatever you have left, if you aren’t going to be serving them.”

He rests his chin on my chest, peering up at me through his thick lashes with a cheeky grin.

“I suppose it would be a shame for them to go to waste. Shower first, then dessert.”

“Some might call what we just did, dessert?” he says, and I blush.

“It was the highlight of my day so far. Dessert should always be the star.”

“Well, the day is only half over. Maybe we can…have dessert again later tonight. In my room?”

I lean forward and kiss him softly.

“I can’t wait.”

He cleans off and dresses, sneaking out the side door and back to his room to shower while I do the same. Leaning against the tile as the hot water streams down my back, I revisit the memory of his mouth on mine, his hands exploring my body, gripping my hair, jerking me off and I’m half hard again. As much as I could probably get there on these memories mixed with fantasies of what else we will be doing later, I want more than a fantasy. I want to taste the real thing, and tonight, I’ll get to do exactly that.

I make my way to the kitchen. Lilah is collecting plates from Chef Henry and eyes me suspiciously.

“Where have you been?”

“I collected the order from the Beaker Brothers Ranch.”

“Yeah, but then you dumped it all in here and disappeared. Are you feeling sick? You look a bit flushed.”

I shake my head and then quickly turn into my space to grab the leftover cheesecake roses from my small fridge for Nate.

“Good,” she calls after me. “We’ll have no hope of convincing Nate to stay on if you’re holed up in your room sick.”

“Who’s sick?” Nate’s voice comes, and I plate the last of the cheesecakes.

“No one is sick,” I reply as he moves around the island to where I’m plating.

“Good. It would be a shame to miss out on dessert tonight. Are you still okay to go over the hotel stuff with me after dinner service? It would be nice to start getting the hang of things,” he says, and Lilah’s eyes go wide behind him as she mouths, “ Oh my god, yes.”

“After dinner. Oui,” I reply and slide the plate of three rose cheesecakes over to him and pass him a spoon. He sits on the stool that used to be Jack’s and takes his first bite, eyes closing for a moment as the cream hits his tongue.

“Hmmm, so good. Oh, we should meet in my room. There are a bunch of papers and things in there that make zero sense to me. Is that okay?”

“Your room,” I repeat, and Lilah is nodding her head furiously behind him. “Sure. I can meet you there, say about nine?”

“Nine works,” he replies, licking his lips. “I can’t wait to see what you have to show me.”

Lilah strides through the doors to the dining room happier than I’ve seen her since Jack passed, and the staff behind Nate are smiling widely, too. I know Nate is using the hotel to create a cover story for me going to his room, but to them, this is a sign that he might do this, help run this place, and it’s nice to see them happy, even if it’s only for a little while.

“Hey,” Nate says, placing a hand over mine. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” he asks.

“It’s nice seeing them happy again,” I say, and he looks over his shoulder for a moment and comes back to me.

“We better make sure this place stays open then, so they can stay that way.”

“Wait, really?”

He shrugs. “I still have no clue how I’m going to do it, but sure. If you think we can, I’m up for it. Let’s give this thing a go.”

I lean forward to whisper, “This isn’t just because we… you know?”

He blushes, letting out a soft laugh.

“While I’d like to also see where that goes, no. You were right. Maybe Jack knew what he was doing leaving me this place. I’ve been in a haze of pain and anger for so long now, this place showed me I could smile again, I could find joy, and I’m willing to bet that’s what he had here, too, with them. With you. I want that, too.”

“Then it’s yours.”

“No, it’s ours,” he says, taking another bite of the creamy cheesecake topping. I grab a spoon and go to get some when he pulls the plate to the side. “But this is mine.”

“You don’t strike me as the selfish type,” I tell him, and he purses his lips, pondering that for a moment before he spoons a small half spoon and holds it out to me.

“I’m an only child. We don’t particularly like to share.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“It could take years,” he says, swinging the spoon slowly back and forth in front of me teasingly.

“Promise?”