Page 15 of Resisting Your Love

Amryn and I were sitting in our kitchen, eating the breakfast I prepared for us. She tried helping me with cooking, but it was a big mess. She was down about it, so I knew I needed to take time out to teach her. It was the least I could do.

She looked so distraught, and I didn't like it. I hated that she was beating herself up about it.

"Are you good?" I asked her.

She only stared down at her food and shrugged. It bothered me that she wasn't looking at me.

"Look at me," I demanded, needing to see her eyes.

She turned her attention to me. The deep sorrow I saw on her face had me feeling some type of way.

"What's wrong with your face? I know you're not upset about the breakfast."

She didn't say anything, which wasn't about to fly with me. She wasn't about to sit here mad about shit she could fix. There was no need for her to get down on herself about it. I didn't even know what to say to her to fix the situation. Those were her own feelings to have.

I continued to eat my food, hoping she'd open up and tell me what was running through that thick ass skull of hers.

"I want to be able to cook a meal for you," she softly stated.

I stopped cutting into my pancake to give her my attention. "What makes you think you can't?"

"I can't even make a simple pancake."

"That's why you practice it. Don't be down about it. Make a difference."

She lifted her eyes to mine, and I wanted to kiss the uncertainty off her face. "I really want to learn. My mother was a good cook, but my father didn't like for her to be in a kitchen since we had a chef to cook for us, but sometimes, she'd give the chef a break and cook."

"We can spend the day doing just that. I don't want you to ever think you can't do something. That is something I'm not about to let you be down about. Do you understand me?"

Amryn averted her eyes from mine and nodded. What the hell had gotten into her?

"Do you have anything you'd like to learn how to cook?" I inquired, picking up my glass of orange juice to take a sip of it.

A smile crept on her face. "Yes. I would like to learn how to cook stewed chicken."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Any reason why?"

The smile slowly died from her lips, which had me thinking I had said something wrong.

"That was my mother's favorite meal to cook. I haven't had it since she died. Nobody could cook it like she did, so now, I want to learn how to make it on my own. I want to show that I am capable of doing anything I put my mind to."

I nodded, not knowing where that came from. "Yeah, you can. Let's finish eating, and then we can go to the grocery store and get everything you need. Cool?"

She gave me a small smile. "Cool."

When we returned home from the grocery store, Amryn seemed to be in a better mood.

As much as I wanted to know where some of the things she said came from, I decided not to ask.

I hoped she'd come to me and talk to me about it.

It was the far-off look on her face that had me wanting to know what was going on in her head, but I was happy she was in a better mood than she had been before. That was all I cared about.

"I think we got too much food," Amryn declared with a chuckle, eyeing the many bags on the counter.

While she eyed the bags, I observed her beauty. She had a baseball cap on her head with her hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her flawless, honey-colored complexion was a little red due to the cold. She looked over at me and knew she caught me staring at her.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Amryn swiped at her face, and I laughed.

"Nah, I'm just admiring your beauty."

She blushed, dropping her head. "You're too much. Come on. We have to unload these groceries and start cooking soon."

Not only did she get chicken to cook, but she also added lima beans to the yellow rice, and she wanted to bake a cornbread. I was going to let her do all the work but instruct her on what to do.

Thirty minutes after we unloaded the groceries, we went upstairs to get into something comfortable. Now we were back in the kitchen, prepping for her meal.

She placed her hands on her cheeks and had a look of disbelief on her face. I frowned, wondering why she had that look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I am really about to cook."

I smirked. "Oh yeah, you are. I'll be your backup if you need me, but you will be doing everything on your own."

She nodded. "I can get down with that. Let me get the TikTok video up so I can follow along."

I took a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and retrieved two wine glasses out of the cabinets.

I poured her a glass and then myself. Our fingers touched when I handed her the glass.

She gazed at me with longing in her eyes.

If she didn't quit, I'd say damn the food and have her for my dinner.

No matter the time of day, Amryn had me wanting her at any time.

I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss her lips, though.

When we pulled apart, she smiled at me. I'd never get tired of seeing the smile that brightened her complexion.

"Okay, I need to get started," she huffed.

I smiled and moved back toward the counter to lean against it.

I set the wine glass down and watched her.

Every so often, my eyes would drop to stare at the sway of her hips as she walked from one end of the kitchen to the other.

Once she propped her phone on the island, she didn't need my help.

To me, she was in her element. If only she knew she was made to be in the kitchen.

She moved graciously as if she knew what she was doing.

All she needed was a little confidence, and she'd have it.

Although she moved slowly, she was getting it.

"Damn, baby. Are you going to ask for help or not?" I teased with a smile.

She glanced back at me, gnawing that bottom lip of hers. "Am I doing it right?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, you're doing everything just right. You got it."

She beamed happily. All I wanted to see was that smile on her face. I couldn't stand the down look she was sporting.

Amryn gave a quick nod before picking up her wine glass to take a sip of it. "Do you have a favorite dish you like to cook, or did your parents make you everything when you were a kid?"

I thought about it. "It's a lot of things my parents used to cook.

Even though, like you, we had a chef, that didn't matter to my mother and father.

They'd get up early sometimes on a Sunday to cook Sunday dinner before church.

My mother used to always make the best shrimp scampi.

I loved it, and to this day, if I ever want it, she'll make it for me.

When I got older, I cooked for myself, and my favorite thing to cook is steak and chicken tacos. "

She gasped as her mouth opened wide. "Oh my! I haven't had either in a long time. You have to cook that for me one day."

"Just let me know when you want them, and I got you."

"Tomorrow," she blurted.

I laughed, causing her to join me.

"I'll see what I can do. It all depends on whether we have leftovers or not."

Amryn playfully rolled her eyes and turned away from me.

While she continued to cook, we talked a bit.

And by the time all the food was in the oven and on the stove, she looked like she was ready to pass out.

While she cooked, she wanted me to be the taste tester, and everything was good as hell. Even for her first try, she did well.

"Are you tired, baby?" I asked, biting back a smile.

She wiped at her forehead exaggeratedly. "Very, but I think I did a good job. What do you think?"

I smiled proudly. "Baby, you did amazing. I'm proud of you. You didn't need my help at all. You set your mind out to do something and did it."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her lips. I urged her lips apart with my tongue, shifting the kiss from persuasive to demanding and thrusting my tongue deeper into her mouth. I couldn't seem to help myself. Kissing Amryn was like a drug, and I stayed high, too.

She moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck, stepping even closer to me. I leaned her against the counter, still kissing her, getting higher. I slowly pulled my lips from hers before we took things to another level.

I gripped my hand in hers, needing to continue touching her. "Come on. Let's go watch a movie while we wait for the food to get done."

Amryn giggled, trying to get away from me, but I held her ankle.

We were in the bedroom for the night after eating and watching two movies.

The food was bust down good, so I had to go back for seconds.

The look on her face as I showed my admiration for her meal was breathtaking.

If she could cook that meal, she could cook anything else.

She had no more excuses either. That would give me a chance to stay out of the kitchen and let her take over.

"Stop!" she screeched. "Nooo! You will not mess up my toes trying to polish them."

I pulled her to me, not letting her go. "You never know. I might do a good job."

Amryn scrunched her face up. "I doubt it, but since you want to help me. Sure."

My mouth watered as I eyed her pretty toes.

Amryn was perfect in my eyes. As I continued to get to know her, I felt myself falling deeper in love.

Love? Something I hadn't expected to feel.

Now that I did, I had to find the perfect moment to tell her.

She deserved for it to be told to her in a special way.

With Christmas right around the corner, I had to present it like a present.

I chuckled at the way my thoughts were leading me. She eyed me strangely but didn't say anything.

"Are you ready to polish my toes? What color should I do?" She got the polish bottles from off of her pillow, holding up yellow and white.

"Damn sure, not yellow. I'm sick of that damn color."

Amryn threw her head back and giggled. "Please don't hate on my favorite color. I should make you polish it yellow just because you're hating."

I scoffed. "Bullshit."

She handed me the white nail polish. "I've never done this before, so if I mess you up, don't hold it against me."

"Oh my goshhh! Why would you volunteer to do something if you're already trying to second guess yourself?"

I paid her no mind and grasped her foot in my lap. With concentration, I painted her toes. She egged me on. Once I was done, she carefully got out of bed and started moving around the bedroom, doing little dances.

I frowned. "What the hell are you doing?"

Amryn doubled over and started laughing. "I am drying my toes by dancing around."

I shook my head. "I can't with you."

She started moving her booty and then shaking it, which gave me an erection. If she knew what I did, she had better chill the hell out.

"Oh yeah, you are looking to get fucked to sleep."

Amryn ignored me and continued dancing. I felt like she was baiting me, and I was about to get hooked. While she danced around without a care in the world, I got undressed until I was naked. I got off the bed and made my way over to her with my dick leading me. Yeah, even he knew what he wanted.

"Come dance on top of me," I demanded.

Amryn twirled around and gasped when she saw me.

With a wicked grin on her face, she glided toward me and sank to her knees.

I gulped as I averted my eyes as she gripped my dick in her hand and stroked it.

She lifted her eyes to gaze at me before she leaned forward and took me inside of her mouth.

I groaned loudly, not at all expecting our night to end like this but damn it, I welcomed it.

Her mouth felt good as hell, wrapped around my pipe.

"Yeah, baby, just like that," I coached.

By the time she was done with me, my face was soaked with my sweat. She took me through something I hadn't expected her to do. We were in for a long night, and I couldn't help but look forward to it.