Chapter 20 #2
I don’t say anything, just walk up to her so I can get a closer look.
I take the dress out of her hands and set it on the side table, then scan her from head to toe.
Yeah, everything is tight on her but in a spectacular way.
I can see every luscious curve of her body, and I’m not disappointed.
“Damn, MacKenzie. You look hot as sin,” I groan.
“All I want to do now is rip this little T-shirt off you.” I hear her squeak.
It’s a tiny noise that speaks volumes. I wrap my arms around her.
“I’d love to, but I need to feed you.” I kiss the tip of her turned-up nose and grab her hand, pulling her into the kitchen.
I point to the tall stool that sits just on the other side of the counter. She can watch me work from there. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask, opening the fridge. “I’ve got wine, beer, orange juice, soda, sparkling water, and milk.”
“Do you have white wine?” she asks, unsure of herself.
“Yes. It’s chardonnay. It’s a dry white wine.”
“I’ll take a glass of that, please.”
I pull out the bottle and two glasses. Pouring us each one, I slide hers over. “Okay, you’ve got two choices. I can either make us a steak and a baked potato or stir fry with chicken and vegetables.”
I watch her as she contemplates the choices. “Yum, both sound great. But I think steak sounds good. I haven’t had steak in months.”
What the hell does she eat? “Steak, it is.” I pull out the meat that I’ve marinated.
The potatoes are ready to go, and I’ve got a salad to toss as well.
I place the potatoes into some cloth bags my sister bought for me at a craft fair.
If you microwave a potato in the bag, they turn out just like they’ve been baked in the oven.
They really do work. I step out of the kitchen and grab a jacket from the hook.
“Back in a second,” I say as open the glass door to my balcony where my grill is.
“Sam? I don’t want you to have to cook in the cold. Chicken is good, too,” MacKenzie says as she leans out the door.
It’s brisk out here, since we’re up twenty-five stories, but I’ve got a temporary enclosure around the grill for just this reason. I love to grill year-round. “No problem. I grill all the time.” I smile at her. “How do you like your steak?”
“Medium, I guess.” She gives me a small smile and returns to her spot in the kitchen. Once back inside, I prep the meat and pull out everything for my salad. “Can I help?”
“Sure. How are you at chopping lettuce?”
“I’m great at it.” She smiles prettily.
I slide the cutting board her way along with a knife, the head of lettuce, and the bowl.
“Go for it.” I chuckle. As she chops, I step out and throw the meat on the grill.
I was really hoping she’d choose steak. Honestly, most women would have picked the lighter chicken meal, but not MacKenzie. I love that about her.
As we finish up preparing dinner, MacKenzie and I chat about all sorts of things.
She asks me about my job and the kind of work we do.
I ask her about her family and friends. She focuses on her friend, Lauren, instead of family.
Lauren may have been the woman I saw her with at the New Year’s Eve party. “Was she with you at the party?”
“Well, kind of. She was with her husband, and I was with her cousin Frederick.”
“Frederick?” I smirk. “He was your jackass date?” Okay, slippery slope here. She doesn’t know I was watching her all night.
She throws her head back and laughs. “Yep. He is a jackass. That’s for sure.”
As I walk toward the terrace to check on the meat, I stop in front of her and lean down to give her a soft kiss.
“He’s a jackass for not seeing what was right in front of him, sweetheart.
” I pull the steaks off the grill and bring them inside.
They’re still sizzling as I pull the potatoes out of the microwave.
I plate our food and carry it into my dining room. “Bring the wine, would you?”
Holding both glasses and the bottle, MacKenzie steps into my formal dining room. “Dinner’s served,” I say with a smile.
I hold the chair at the head of the table out for her. As she sits down, she smiles. “Thank you.”
I sit in the seat next to her and watch as she cuts off a piece of steak and takes her first bite. “Mmm, good,” she says with her mouth full.
My cock twitches just hearing her moan and thinking about her mouth full of other things. Jesus, pervert. I clear my throat. “I’m glad you like it.” I take a bite of my steak and moan as well. “Damn, I’m a good cook.”
“You are,” she agrees quickly. “Everything is perfect, Sam. Thank you for cooking for me.”
“Anytime.” And I mean anytime. After we finish our meal, I stand to take the plates to the kitchen. “So, what kind of movies do you like? I’ve got Netflix and Hulu along with all of the movie channels. Tell me what you like.”
She takes a drink of wine and swallows. Damn, swallows. “Well, I like all genres. But my favorite is probably something you’ll hate.”
“What? Chick flicks?”
She turns pink. “Yeah. Period movies like Jane Austen. But I also like raunchy comedies.”
“Raunchy, huh?” I stand up and grab her hand.
“Let’s see what I’ve got.” I let go of her hand and make our way into my living room.
I grab the remote and press a button. The painting above my fireplace slides up to reveal my fifty-inch television.
“I’ve got DVDs in this cupboard.” I point to the built-in shelves on either side of the fireplace.
“Plus, I’ve got those movie channels. Let’s check the DVDs first.”
I pull open the door on the left of the TV, revealing shelf after shelf of movies.
“Wow, you like movies, huh?”
“I do, but I don’t have a lot of time to watch them, although I’ve seen most of these,” I say, pointing to the shelves.
She steps up and starts reading the titles.
I’ve got everything from romance to porn.
The porn is in another bookcase, though.
I watch as she runs her fingers over the titles, making comments along the way.
Apparently she’s seen quite a few of them as well.
“Oh, how ’bout Deadpool? I heard that was good. ”
“Really? I figured you’d pick Sense and Sensibility or something like that.”
“Ooh, you’ve got Sense and Sensibility? I love that book. I’ve never seen the movie.” I pull up close to her and reach up to the top shelf. I grab her Jane Austen movie and show it to her. “I can’t believe you have this one.”
“My sister’s, actually.”
“Ah, I see. Are you sure you want to watch it?” She smiles at me sweetly.
“For you? Anything.”
“Wait. You’ve got Monty Python movies?”
“Classics.” I smirk.
“They are,” she agrees. “Let’s watch Holy Grail. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Great.” I take the movie from her and open the cupboard to the right of the fireplace. There I’ve got my DVD player, turntable, albums, and other electronic equipment. I place the disc in the machine and walk back to my huge sectional. I pat the seat next to me. “Do you want popcorn? More wine?”
“Nah, I’m still full from dinner.” She hasn’t moved from her spot in front of the shelves.
“Nervous?”
“No.” She walks toward me. I get a look at her in my sister’s clothes.
My sister is much smaller than MacKenzie.
Perri is short and scrawny. MacKenzie is short and curvy—my new favorite body type.
I love seeing MacKenzie in them. Her body is sexy, with her wide hips and narrow waist. The T-shirt doesn’t quite reach the top of the leggings, so I catch a glimpse of pale skin.
Her tits are squeezed into the pink tee in such a way that has my dick on high alert.
I pat the seat again. “Come on. It’s starting. ”
She sits next to me just as I hit the remote that flips on my surround sound.
I press a button that dims the lights around this main room.
I reach past her on my left and adjust the pillow.
I slide in behind her and lie on my side facing the television.
I take her hand and gently nudge her to lie down in front of me, also facing the movie.
She places her head on the same pillow. I wrap my arm around her waist, and she wiggles around until she gets her ass planted directly on top of my dick. Fuck, it’s gonna be a long movie.
Five minutes into the film, all I can think about his how soft her skin is.
I’ve been moving my fingers over the skin just above her waistband.
Back and forth and in a circle. I want to touch more, but I need to take this slow.
The move is funny from the first scene, and when she giggles at the right spots, I smile.
She turns her head and asks, “Do you like it? You’re not laughing.”
“I’ve seen it a million times, but, yeah, it’s hilarious.”
She turns back to watch again. I take the opportunity and slide my palm along her stomach up into the front of the tiny pink top.
I hear her breath catch as I skim my finger just under the edge of her bra.
I lean over and kiss her neck. A small gasp escapes her lips.
I watch her eyes close as I kiss and nibble more.
My hand slides up to cup her entire breast. She fits perfectly in my big hand. “Is this okay?” I whisper.
She doesn’t say anything, but she nods slightly.
I let my fingers catch on the top edge of her bra, and I pull it down so it forces her breast up and outward.
I skim my fingers over her hard nipple, and the first moan of the night escapes.
I hope there’s a lot more of those to come.
I pinch and tweak the hard nub and then gently pull it.
“Sam,” she says breathlessly.
“Yeah? You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” She sounds like she’s panting.
I slide my hand out of her top and move it slowly downward. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” I whisper it directly into her ear.
“Uh-huh,” she moans.