23. Chapter 22 #2
“Hmmm.” She set the bottle back on the table. “Well, it’s not Boone’s Farm, so that’s fancy in my book.” Gia surveyed the table full of snacks. “Would you be upset if we waited a bit before digging into all this?”
“Not at all. I probably went a bit overboard.” I put the ice cream in the freezer and the wine in the fridge to chill.
I was hoping a glass of wine would loosen her up, but the night was young and as much as I was ready to get her back in bed again, letting her take her time was more important.
I already knew what I wanted, but it needed to be her choice.
“A bit overboard, but the sentiment is sweet.” She moved to the small couch that was barely big enough for the two of us and tapped the seat next to her. “Any requests?”
I plopped down next to her, close but not too close, tossing the throw pillow aside. “I mostly watch sports and news, so whatever you want is fine.”
Gia pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed them in front of her.
The innocent action had my fingers twitching with the need to touch her creamy, smooth skin.
She scrolled through the options on Netflix, but I didn’t pay a bit of attention to what was on the screen.
I’d rather watch her. “There’s a new thriller trending. Want to try it?”
It’d been forever since I’d done anything as mundane as watching a movie with a woman, but for her, I’d watch paint dry if she asked me to. “A thriller sounds perfect.”
Gia held up a finger. “Hold on a minute.” She jumped up and disappeared into her bedroom, returning with a leopard-print blanket. “You wanna share it with me?”
I chuckled. There was no way this was the same woman who gave me hell in the office. The two sides of her were like completely different people and I found both of them just as appealing. “No thanks. I’m good.”
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Gia curled up on the couch and tossed the blanket over her legs.
I patted my chest and held out my arm. “Come here. Most comfortable seat in the house.”
She scooted the couple of inches and leaned into me, resting her head on my chest while I wrapped my arm around her. “Hmm. This is pretty cozy. Maybe we should get the snacks before starting the movie.”
“Pick your poison and I’ll get it.”
“Popcorn and wine.” She scrunched up her nose. “Is that strange?”
“Totally strange, but perfectly acceptable.” I unwrapped myself from around her and headed to the tiny kitchen.
“Why don’t you go ahead and get our movie queued up?
” I tossed the popcorn in the microwave for two minutes and opened the cupboard in search of something to dump it into.
The kitchen was surprisingly well stocked for temporary living quarters, and I easily found a large glass bowl and two wineglasses while the corn popped.
Armed with our snack and wine, I set everything on the small coffee table, pulled it closer to the couch, and reclaimed my seat.
Gia curled into my side with remote in hand. “Are you ready now?”
Gia gazed up at me through long lashes. “Blanket, popcorn, wine, and you… what more could a girl ask for?” She reached for one of the glasses and took a small sip. “Wow! This is good. Really good,” she said, taking a more generous gulp.
“Nothing but the best for you.” I kissed her temple and enjoyed the warmth of having her in my arms.
“Thank you.” She pressed play and the screen came to life.
We watched in amicable silence, munching on popcorn and sipping four-hundred-dollar wine. The room dimmed as the sun set, casting Gia’s features in a warm glow from the television. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her long lashes, high cheekbones, and pouty lips.
“You’re staring at me again,” she said without looking away from the screen.
“I can’t help it. You’re too damn beautiful.”
Gia looked up at me with her ocean-blue eyes. “Yeah?” she whispered.
“Yeah. I’m gonna kiss you now.”
“Then kiss me.”
It was all the permission I needed to seize her lips with mine, trying my damnedest to be gentle when all I wanted to do was consume her.
My tongue ran along the seam of her luscious lips, begging for entrance.
Once she complied, it was game over. I unleashed everything I’d been holding back for the last few weeks.
I wanted this woman more tonight than I did the first time we met, but instead of being a shared appetizer, I wanted her as my full five-course dinner. I’d never been so hungry in my life.
My hands skimmed her body, grazing the sides of her tits. She moaned as her fingers worked the buttons on my shirt and slipped inside. I lifted her to straddle my lap, pressing her center against the hard-on trapped inside my jeans. She felt too good.
Too soft.
Too warm.
Too tempting.
“Tell me to stop.” Instead, she lifted her arms in invitation.
I slowly lifted her shirt up and off, baring her gorgeous breasts clad in a lacy black bra.
“So beautiful.” With one arm around her waist and the other supporting her neck, I leaned her back and peppered kisses along her generous mounds of exposed flesh.
“Don’t stop.” Reaching behind her, she released the clasp of her bra and eased the straps down her shoulders, teasing me and testing my patience. I grabbed the lacy material with my teeth and ripped it away from her body with a growl. She giggled at my antics, thrusting her tits toward my face.
I spit the lace to the side. “Careful, sweetheart. You don’t know what you’re unleashing.”
“I have an idea and I’m not afraid.”
That was it. The approval I’d been seeking. Capturing one perfect nipple with my lips, I suckled the tip, laved it with my tongue, and pulled it deeper into my mouth. Giving her other tit the same attention, I worshipped them with all the care they deserved.
Gia ran her hands through my hair, scraping her nails along my scalp and sending tingles down my spine.
She rocked her pussy against my erection, molding herself around it and making it even harder.
This woman made me crazy with lust and desire.
I grabbed her hips. “Stop wiggling or you’ll make me come like a fifteen-year-old. ”
“Maybe that’s my intention.”
“You’re trouble.” I lightly bit her shoulder as a warning.
“Trent?” she gasped.
“Yes?”
“Take me to bed.”
Fuck… finally!