Chapter 27
27
T his is exactly why I couldn’t have made anything that required serious attention—dinner would be burnt by now. I glance over my shoulder at Anna as I finish plating. Obsessed is an understatement.
“Take your pretty, little self over to the dining table.” With two plates in hand, I watch her slide off the counter. My eyes flick down, staring at the way her hips sway as she walks ahead of me. That ass. I’m going to need to spend a lot more time worshiping that.
“More wine?” I ask.
“Only if you’re having some.”
I smirk and grab a glass, bringing the bottle to the table, refilling hers, and pouring myself one. “Cheers, little bunny.”
“Cheers, Buttons.”
“Don’t remind me.”
She giggles. “I was really happy when I saw that the Easter Bunny was buff.”
“You think I’m buff?”
“Don’t be so desperate for a compliment.”
“I was being serious.”
“Um. Yeah. Have you seen your arms?”
Smiling, I spin a forkful of pasta, lifting it to my mouth. “I think they could be bigger.”
Anna sips her wine with a little chuckle, and I smirk. I grab for her wrist. “I really like this bracelet. When I saw it, I couldn’t believe how perfect it was for you.”
“It’s the best gift ever.”
Watching her, I can’t believe this. How comfortable tonight feels. Anna twirls her pasta on her fork, using a spoon to assist, and I smile.
“Did they give you pasta eating lessons at La Nonna? You’re making me feel like uncultured swine.”
“I’ve learned a lot working there. Especially about wine. Can you believe people actually buy wine that is over a thousand dollars a bottle?”
“No. I mean, I believe it, but I don’t get it.”
“Same. Like if I was going to blow a thousand dollars, it wouldn’t be on a bottle of wine.”
“What would it be on?”
“Hmm … how frivolous am I being?”
“The most frivolous.”
“I’ve always wanted …” she trails off.
“What?”
“I’m not going to tell you. I don’t want you to think that I think you’re going to buy it for me.”
“Understood. But I don’t have that much money, so don’t get your hopes up.”
She laughs. “Okay. If I was going to light a thousand dollars on fire, I would get these really sexy shoes I keep seeing online. What about you?”
“Hard to say. I guess VIP tickets to Country Thunder.”
“You would still go to that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“It seems like something high school kids and people in their early twenties do. All of my friends go every year, getting blackout drunk while walking through the mud and singing country music.”
“I don’t get blackout drunk anymore, but all of that sounds fun to me.”
“I’ve only blacked out a couple of times. I like to have a couple of drinks and then call it.”
“Good to hear someone is responsible in this relationship.”
“You’re not responsible?”
“More than I’ve ever been, but my gut instinct is to not be responsible.”
“Well, I’m not going to put up with much bullshit.”
“You shouldn’t.” I smirk, squeezing her hand.
After a few more bites, she pushes her chair back and stands. Anna moves next to me, her fingers running up my arm as she leans in for a kiss. I push my chair back, and before I know it, she’s straddling me.
“After we sleep together,” she says, her arms wrapped behind my neck, playing with my hair, “are the gifts going to stop?”
I run my hands down her back, resting them on her hips, taking her in. “So, you’re dating me for the gifts?”
“No, but they are so cute. I love them.”
“They’ll keep coming. More for special occasions versus at your door every day. I can’t have you get too spoiled.”
She leans in, and I kiss her deep, fisting her hair when her tongue grazes mine. The pant that comes out of Anna is too hot. Moving my hands to her ass, I squeeze and pick her up, walking with her in my arms as we kiss. I don’t want to slow down anymore. I lay her on the couch, and she smiles. My heart melts.
“What do you want?” I tease, hovering above her.
“Your hands and lips all over me.”
We work together to pull off her shirt and bra. “So perfect,” I breathe before my lips explore her chest and stomach while my hands run along her arms. My lips move to her neck, and I like the floral perfume she’s wearing tonight.
“Tell me about your fantasies,” I whisper.
Anna nervously giggles, shifting a little under me. I smile against her neck as I kiss. God, she’s so fucking cute.
“They must be interesting if you’re nervous to tell me.” I plant a soft kiss right below her ear.
“I haven’t done that much,” she whispers. “Everything’s been pretty vanilla.”
I pull back slightly, meeting her gaze. “And you’d like to do more?”
She nods, her lips parted. Seeing her like this—so vulnerable—that makes my heart race.
“Tell me, little bunny.” I smirk at the nickname. “But know that whatever you say … I’m going to make it happen.”
“Yeah right.” She laughs, but there’s a challenge in her eyes.
What are her fantasies? Now I’m really curious. I don’t break eye contact as I gently kiss her. “I live to satisfy.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Then why are you single?”
I let out a low chuckle, kissing her collarbone as I trail my fingers up her thigh. “Not everyone’s worth it.”
Her body tenses, and I pull her closer, my lips against her ear. “But you’re worth it, Anna.” I can see her holding back a smile. “Don’t hold back. Give in to everything.”
She shrugs. “I’m not used to this kind of intensity.”
I pause, looking down at her perfect body sprawled out beneath me. I sweep a strand of hair away from her face. “I’m going to spoil the shit out of you. Maybe even ruin you.” I run my hand slowly down her waist, letting my fingers trail over her hips. “This perfect body …”
She lets out a small noise, like she’s disagreeing with me, and I stop.
“You don’t believe it?” I ask, sitting back slightly. She shrugs, avoiding my gaze, and that does something to me. I don’t like that she doesn’t see what I see.
“I’ve gained a few pounds working at La Nonna.”
“And?”
“I want to lose them.”
“Where am I going to grab and bite? You have to think about me here too.”
“I have to think about you?” The edge in her voice is unmistakable.
“Anna.” My voice is soft but firm. “You have a perfect body. The way your waist curves, your ass, these thighs …” I grab her leg gently, my fingers pressing into her skin. “These thighs I could sink my hands into.” I move my hand up to her chest, brushing it lightly. “These perky fucking tits. You have the sexiest body and the most beautiful face.”
“This is the biggest I’ve ever been,” she says softly.
“What if I like you exactly how you are? Because I do.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“I guess I’ll have to live with a smaller ass.”
“It will be just as sassy. Don’t worry.”
Grumbling, I flip her over and swat her ass.
“I’m so turned on right now,” she breathes out before giggling.
“What’s so funny?”
“How much I like all of this …” Anna trails off, nestling back into the couch so she’s on her back.
I kiss her and then explore her body with my lips. “Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Tell me about your fantasies.”
Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip again. I can see her hesitating, but I want her to let go.
“Be a good girl,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear again. “Touch yourself.”
She covers her eyes with her hand, and I lean back, watching her.
“What?” I ask, needing to know what’s going through her mind.
She peeks at me through her fingers, giggling softly. “I’ve only ever read about guys saying ‘good girl.’ You’re the first guy to say it to me. I like it … way too much.”
Fuck. I bite my lip, trying to keep my composure. “You like it way too much?” I breathe against her neck before kissing and sucking. “That’s … that’s turning me on.”
She exhales softly. “You want me to touch myself?”
“Yes.” I press my body against hers, my lips trailing along her skin. “I want to hear your noises. I want to watch you.”
“What are you going to be doing?”
“Kissing every inch of you,” I whisper, letting my hand drift down her body.
“Every inch?” she asks, a teasing smile playing at her lips.
“Almost every inch.” My voice drops lower. “I want you to be so turned on, little bunny. And I really want to know your fantasies.”
She hums, like she’s considering it, but there’s still a bit of hesitance.
“How about I try to guess them?” My fingers trace lazy circles on her thigh.
She meets my gaze, her lips curling into a smile. “Okay.”
We stare at each other for a moment, the tension thick between us.
“Where’s my good girl?”
Her smirk deepens as her hand starts to slide down her body. There she is.
“I hate how much I like this,” she whispers.
“Then you’re really going to hate how much I’m going to make you scream. Giving you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
She rolls her eyes at me, her sass making me want her even more. I kiss her harder, my tongue teasing her lips. Her eyes flutter shut, and she makes slow circles on her clit.
“I think you fantasize about …” I pause, thinking. I have a good idea, but I want my first guess to be funny. “... me putting on the Easter Bunny costume and railing the shit out of you?”
She bursts out laughing, her whole body shaking against mine. “Absolutely not!”
I laugh too, kissing her stomach. I lick and kiss my way up her body, taking in the way her body reacts to every touch. “I think you fantasize about being chased in the woods.”
Her eyes flicker open, and she lets out a small hum.
Damn. I knew she had a little inner freak. “I think you want me to sneak in … start having my way with you while you sleep. You waking up to it.”
She bites her lip, her eyes already telling me before she says, “I like that idea.”
I smirk, pressing my lips to her ear. “What about it do you like?”
“The fear, then the thrill.”
“Added to our to-do list.”
She giggles, and I love the sound of it. “I lock my door every night,” she says, a little strained, and I’m happy she’s turned on, getting closer to coming.
“I like a challenge.”
“Now I’m going to have to look cute before bed each night.”
“You’re always cute. Maybe you should think about ways to make it harder for me to make it happen.”
“You’re serious.”
“Yes, little bunny.” I lean in, my lips against her ear. “One of these days, you’re going to wake up with my cock inside you.”
She moans softly, and I admire her—she’s driving me insane with just her reactions.
“We’re going to have so much fun together.”
She’s already squirming under me, and I’m not about to stop kissing and caressing her.
“I think you fantasize about sneaking away … having a secret quickie, and then returning to the party like nothing happened.” Her breathing quickens. “Close your eyes. Focus on this moment right now.”
I pull down her yoga pants and start licking and kissing her inner thighs. “Come for me, baby.”
She pants in response, and I’m in love. I love how playful and fun she is. I love how sexy she is. I love every second we’ve spent together.
“You are so special,” I breathe, kissing up her body. “Keep making those noises.”
“Touch me,” she pants, and I smile, moving my hand down her body.
Squeezing her inner thigh, I take all of her in. “Do you need something inside?”
“Yes!”
Sliding a finger in, yeah—I’m in love. She’s fucking drenched. I add another finger, slowly going in and out, staring at her face, her flushed cheeks and her closed eyes. Anna’s so fucking beautiful. “I’m obsessed with you. I don’t want you to leave.”
She giggles, ragged. “Maybe I won’t.”
“If you sleep over, you are not going to get much sleep.”
“If?” She exhales loudly. “I’m so close.”
I pick up the pace, fucking her faster with my fingers. When she cries out in the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard, I love it. I love that noise. I love feeling her pulse on my fingers. I start kissing her lower stomach, delicately and deliberately, ready to taste her once she recovers. I want her to come again. I want her to come so many times tonight that she loses count.
“I really like you,” I whisper.
“I really like you too.”
I move my kisses to her inner thighs, and she moans in response.
“You’re going to come one more time on this couch, and then I’m fucking the shit out of you.”
“If you insist,” she teases.
“I insist … and I’m going to come fast because I’m so turned on. But then I’m going to fuck you again … and probably a few more times.”