Chapter 32
Jacob
“Oh, come on, red. Are you really hungry?” I asked, standing behind Erin and wrapping my arms around her waist. She shivered when I kissed the soft spot on her neck beneath her ear, and she relaxed against my chest.
Then she swatted at my hands. “Yes!” Erin giggled. “I am making the meatloaf this time. I learned how to make it for you!”
“You learned how to make it just for me, huh?” I pulled her back against me. She wiggled her hips, and my cock stirred behind my zipper. If she wasn’t careful, we would be skipping dinner and going straight for dessert.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, reaching for the recipe she had printed and pushing her ass back. “You said you liked it.”
I laughed, throwing my head back, and Erin blushed. The color traveled into her neck. “I like you more.” She whimpered when I ran my tongue over her earlobe, sucking it between my lips and gently nibbling on her.
She stepped away from me, spinning so her back was to the counter and sticking her hand up in the air. “Stop tempting me,” she warned, waving her finger at me and looking over her shoulder at the ingredients spread on the counter.
“Fine,” I whined, closing the distance between us while her eyes grew wider. When she pressed her thighs together, I knew I was having an effect on her.
I wanted to slip my hand in the front of her leggings to discover how wet she inevitably already was, but Erin grabbed the spoon from the counter and held it up. “Jacob, I’m warning you.”
“What?” I asked playfully, rounding the counter behind her. I was willing to risk death by wooden spoon to get my hands on her again.
Erin put her hands on her hips. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said sternly. “You let me finish making dinner, and you can have me for dessert.”
I laughed and my cock throbbed. “You’ve got a deal, red.”
She sighed with relief, resuming her meticulous mixing. Erin formed the meatloaf into the pan and opened the oven door, sliding it onto the rack. When she closed it and set the timer, I grabbed her hand. I pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck. Erin settled between my legs, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.
“So,” I started, holding her against me. “I got tickets to the Blackhawks game this weekend. What do you say?”
Her face lit up—either remembering the last game I took her to or trying to figure out what she was going to wear. Either way, the way her green eyes sparkled made my stomach do somersaults and my heart squeeze.
“I’d love to,” she half squealed, clapping before she threw her arms over my shoulders and kissed my cheek. Her body buzzed with excitement in my arms.
“Good,” I said. “It’s a date.”