Chapter 18 #2
“I wish. That would keep my mother off my back for the rest of my life.” She snorts. “I have tomorrow off, which means I can stay up late tonight.”
“That’s great,” I say, looking over at her, unsure where this conversation is going.
“It is. We can hang out. Talk more, get to know each other better.”
She flashes me a playful grin, and I can’t help but smile back. The thought of spending an entire evening together is more appealing than she probably realizes.
“So, what’s on the agenda?” I ask. I know the plan was to tell her about my meeting with her mother, but I don’t want to ruin her good mood.
“I was thinking, Mr. Montgomery, that we could kick off our night with a movie marathon. And maybe… cash in that rain check,” she teases, biting her lip.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You want to have sex?” She takes another sip of her chocolate milk, the corners of her lips curling slightly, then looks back down at her cup.
“I do.”
I set down the spoon and move closer, drawn to her like a magnet.
“Well then,” I murmur, “I think that can be arranged.”
I place my hands on either side of her, caging her against the counter. Karina tilts her chin up and I lean in, my lips a breath away from hers.
“But first,” I whisper, “dinner.”
I pull back abruptly, smirking at her frustrated groan.
“I’m going to freshen up,” she says, rising on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss on the lips before gently pushing me away.
She heads out of the kitchen, leaving me to finish cooking.
As I’m bringing the plates to the dining room table, Karina saunters back in wearing nothing but a baby pink nightie that barely covers the tops of her thighs.
My breath catches in my throat, and I nearly drop the plates I’m holding.
“I thought I’d get comfortable,” she says, her voice honey-sweet but her eyes pure mischief.
I carefully set the plates down, my eyes never leaving her. The thin pink fabric clings to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. My cock twitches in my sweatpants, and I have to adjust myself subtly.
She slides into her chair, crossing her legs slowly. Fuck me. I force myself to sit opposite her, though every instinct tells me to forget dinner entirely. I pour us each a glass of wine, noticing my hands aren’t quite steady.
“You know,” I say, taking a sip to compose myself, “when I planned this dinner, I thought we’d be having a conversation.”
Karina twirls pasta around her fork, a smile playing on her lips. “We are having a conversation.”
“A difficult one when you’re dressed like that.”
She takes a bite, maintaining eye contact in a way that makes my temperature rise. “That sounds like a you problem, Vulcan.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.”
“Yet here you are, having a nice conversation.”
“Here I am,” I agree.
We eat in charged silence for a few minutes, the air between us thrumming with anticipation. I watch her take another sip of wine, leaving a faint pink stain on the glass from her lipstick.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she says suddenly.
I consider the question, knowing there are still many things she doesn’t know—including my meeting with her mother today. But that conversation can wait. Tonight is about us.
“I have thoroughly enjoyed watching Grey’s Anatomy.” I smile sheepishly as she bursts into laughter.
“No way! The big, tough Vulcan Montgomery watches medical dramas?” She leans forward, giving me an even better view of her cleavage. “I would have pegged you for action movies only.”
“I’m a man who wants to know more about his wife’s career,” I say, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not her hardened nipples underneath the thin fabric. “Thought it would be a good way to learn more about what you do.”
“That’s…” She pauses, her expression softening. “That’s actually really sweet.”
I shrug, trying to play it cool. “Plus, the drama is addictive. I’m invested in Meredith and Derek.”
Karina laughs again. “Oh, you poor thing. I’m not going to spoil anything for you.”
“I appreciate that.” I take another bite of my pasta, watching her over the rim of my glass. “Your turn. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
She considers this, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. The gesture is both innocent and seductive.
“I wanted to be a ballerina when I was little,” she finally says. “I took lessons for years. I still have my pointe shoes somewhere.”
“I bet you were beautiful,” I say softly. “I can see it—you’re still graceful. Tell me more.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “You’re just saying that because you want to get me out of this nightie.”
“Well, yes,” I admit. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.
” My eyes linger on her, taking in the way the soft fabric molds to her body, and I know I could have her right here if I let myself.
The thought is half thrilling, half torturous.
But she wants a movie night, and damn it, that’s what she’ll get. “You almost ready to start the movie?”
As much as I want her, I don’t want to rush things and end up pushing her back into the arms of hesitation. She should be completely comfortable in this house, with me.
“Let’s go,” she suggests, standing up.
I nod and stand, reaching for the plates.
“Leave it. I’ll clean up after.” She places a hand on mine, stopping me. “It’s only been a month since your surgery, you should be taking it easy when you can. Besides, the cook doesn’t clean.”
We settle into the living room, a couple of action flicks lined up for our makeshift movie marathon.
While we’re watching Avengers, our hands brush, and each accidental touch makes me want to drag her to the bedroom.
The air buzzes with anticipation. She’s got to know what she’s doing to me.
I’m hard as a fucking rock. Karina cuddles closer to me under the blanket as the credits roll.
Her warmth seeps into my side, and I can smell her fruity, sweet shampoo.
It’s intoxicating—she’s fucking intoxicating.
She shifts slightly, turning to face me with those deep brown eyes that seem to see right through me.
“Vulcan,” she whispers, her voice a sultry melody that stirs something primal within me. “I think I’m done watching movies.” Her fingers trace the tattoos on my arm, each touch sparking a fire.
I shift, cupping her face gently. “Me too.” I lean in, allowing her the opportunity to pull away or change her mind. But she doesn’t move back; instead, she closes the gap between us.
Our lips meet in a kiss that starts tender but quickly grows fierce and passionate. I’m aware of every little detail: the softness of her lips, the delicate scent of her skin, the way her body presses against mine as if she’s trying to merge as one.
She pulls back, gasping for air, her eyes shining with desire. “I’ve wanted this,” she breathes out, her hands roaming over my chest, feeling the muscles tense under her touch. She straddles me and her nightie scrunches up, and I see she isn’t wearing panties. “Since I first saw you at the bar.”
Yes.
“Sorry I’ve kept you waiting so long.” I look down at her bare pussy. So fucking pretty.
Karina presses closer, her breath hot against my ear. “Don’t be,” she whispers, her lips brushing against my skin. “It’s gonna be worth the wait.” Her hands find their way into my hair, pulling me in for another deep kiss.