Page 60 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

“Yep. I had every intention of not letting the night go by without me letting you know how I feel. And what better place to do it then a place that exists because of you.”

“I can’t believe you planned this all along.” I see him take out a few ingredients. “To cook me chicken parm?”

“Tsk, tsk. We’re cooking.”

I assess the ingredients he has placed. “Same meal as that night?”

“Correct. I couldn’t think of a better meal to teach you with than the one you unknowingly saved me with. I’m going to teach you, step by step. And then I’ll feed you, bite by bite. But that’s only after you feed me.”

“How’s that going to work?”

“Just how I said. We’re going to cook together, then I’m going to help myself to a little appetizer before I feed you.”

“That sounds greedy of you, chef.”

He groans in approval.

“So greedy,” he croons.

“I like it.”

“Good. Because when it comes to you, I’m a glutton.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Show me.”

“Now?” He seems surprised. Excited.

“Why not?” I shrug, pushing up to sit on the pass through’s island. “Dessert is always the best part of every meal, right?”

He hums a yes as he turns off the stove, and a ravenous expression takes over his features.

“You don’t have to tell me twice. Clothes. Off.”

“Yes, Chef,” I say with a wink, noting the way his lip becomes captured beneath his teeth at my response.

I take my time, slipping off the shoulder straps of my dress, one by one, until they fall down, exposing my bare breasts.

He walks over to the fridge, and even with the limited view I have of his gaze there’s no mistaking the desire accelerating within him.

“Don’t stop. Keep going.” He instructs, now facing me, walking over with a canister of whipped cream in his hand.

I shimmy the dress down my torso and off my hips, purposely going slower the closer he gets to me, stopping just over my panty free pussy.

He nears me, eyeing me up and down like he’s going to devour me.

“I thought I told you not to stop.”

Crossing my legs, I create a temporary barrier between us. The disappointment on his face, traveling through his entire body, is as hot as it is adorable.

“I heard you.”

He closes the already minimal space between us, keeping the whipped cream in one hand he leans forward, flattening his other palm on the counter, overpowering me with his presence.

“Then why aren’t you naked?” he asks, lips skimming mine.

I don’t have a good answer or reason, other than never getting tired of witnessing him do anything to have me.

“Fine. If you want to play games. We can play one of mine too.”

He takes a step back, just enough that he has room to angle the whipped cream dispenser up and over my head. I tilt my head back and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out to catch it when he presses down on the nozzle. The sweet cream misses my tongue and falls on my chest, creating a smeared line.

Keeping the canister in his hand, he leans down to lick up the mess he made, cleaning it up. The faintest moan breaks past his lips, vibrating against my skin, pebbling it.

He continues licking and kissing the cream off my chest. No sooner that he’s done, he takes a firm palm to my sternum, applying pressure to me to signal that he wants me to lie down.

I follow his lead, lying down on the counter.

But he wasn’t kidding when he said if I was going to play games, so was he.

He dispenses a few more drops of whipped cream onto my body, from my torso all the way down to just above my pussy where my dress remains.

Waiting for him to rip the fabric off and lick the whipped cream he dispensed, I remain still. Though he doesn’t do either. Instead, he stands there smearing the line of cream with his fingers, painting it on my skin.

“What are you doing?” I breathe, not bothering to hide the desperation in my voice.

“Taking my time with you.”

My back arches, driving my hips up as they start to grind in the air. The need I have for him to relieve this ache I have is immense.

“I like having you here.”

“In your kitchen?”

“Yes. In my kitchen. In my life. In my heart. I like having you everywhere I am.”

My thighs fall open as he speaks, and my fingers begin to slither past the fabric of my dress still concealing my center.

As I start to touch myself, he finally lowers his lips to the sticky cream he’s spread all over me. Licking it up at a faster pace, as he trails down my body to where my hand is swirling at my clit.

“Are you making another mess for me to clean up?” he murmurs, and his warm breath blowing on my skin sends a warm surge all along my spine.

“Yes.” As my response crashes into the air, so does a cool breeze, as he rips my dress in half like a starved man, before he replaces my hand with his tongue on my clit.

He maintains perfect pace and pressure on it, until I become a shaky mess about to come.

My chin presses against my chest as I lean forward, wanting to see him finish me, and as we lock eyes, the sight of him praising me with his tongue becomes too much.

I latch onto his hair, yanking it, as my hands keep him pressed against my pussy, and ride his face with each and every wave of my orgasm.

He doesn’t relent in eye contact the entire time I come. Keeping his mouth pressed on my center, he waits until I ride the full crest of my release. Fully expecting him to move his lips, I go to scoot up, but he stops me, with a firm smack to my ass.

He begins to give my pussy the slowest, most gentle kisses that after coming, and my clit still feeling sensitive, is bringing the level of comfort and pleasure to a whole other level, and before I know it, I’m approaching orgasm number two.

This pattern continues until my legs feel like they are going to give out.

After orgasm number who the fuck knows at this point, he finally comes up for air, and with a heaving chest, he takes one hand to his pants to undo the zipper and the other he dips into my entrance.

Locking eyes with mine, he pumps one hand in and out of me, while he drops his pants to the ground, freeing his erect cock. Slipping his hand out of me, he uses my arousal to coat his cock.

Wanting to watch him fuck me, I roll over so that I’m on all fours, facing the reflective stainless-steel appliances surrounding us, and he wastes no time following my lead behind me, slipping his length inside of me.

I stay on my knees lifting my upper body slightly so that he has better access to my neck as he thrusts in me.

We both stare ahead, watching how perfect we look together.

With each second that passes, looking at our reflection, he drives into me harder.

His lips find my ear, first nibbling on the lobe before he whispers, “You look so fucking stunning, you know that? Taking my cock so well.”

My walls pulse at his praise.

“Can I come inside of you this time?”

I bite down on my lip. “Mhm.”

Relief captures his breath, as he sighs. “Fuck, that’s what I like to hear. That my woman wants to be filled with my come.”

I clench around him, wanting his release coating every inch of me, filling me…marking me as his.

He angles my head back, so my mouth is in line with his. Our lips crash into a heated kiss just as I feel the warmth of his release pulse inside of me.

We stay like that for a few seconds, before he pulls out.

Though I could’ve sworn I heard something in the distance.

But I’m too distracted by the view I have reflecting in the stainless steel appliance.

Tino drops to his knees with his eager fingers busy at work, pushing his come that dripped out of me, deeper into my pussy.

Nibbling at my thigh as he does, making sure every last drop of his release is inside of me.

My lips part, ready to moan, but what comes out instead is a scream that makes my heart feel like it’s crashing to the floor.

My suspicion of hearing something from before is now confirmed.