Chapter 13
Dane
She’s here. She’s in my arms. We just did the most intense scene of our lives in a playroom I built with only her in mind, even though she was dead. I’ve never used this room because I’ve never let my guard down enough to let another woman into my heart.
I hold her so close; I’m probably hurting her with my tight grip, but I need this. It’s life-affirming. I need to hold her and cry against her neck. I know she would never think I’m weak for letting myself feel the magnitude of this situation.
Eventually, she squirms to free my grip, twists around, and straddles me. She holds my face and kisses me, tenderly at first, and then deeper.
I grab her waist and groan into her mouth, sucking, licking, taking.
Taking.
Taking.
Giving her just as much.
When she breaks the kiss, we’re both panting. She leans her forehead against mine. “I need these jeans off. Please tell me there’s a condom in your pocket.”
I smirk. “Do you think there’s a chance in hell I didn’t have a condom on me when you stepped out of that elevator?”
She smiles. It lights up her face. It lights up the entire room. “How many you got in there?” She pats my pocket as she scoots back.
“A row of them,” I tease. I think I have three.
She shoves to standing. “Off,” she orders.
I stand, shrug out of my jeans and briefs, and roll one of the condoms down my dick. When I sit, she climbs back over me like a monkey, plastering herself to my chest, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.
I grip her hips and groan. “Are you going to fuck me with that plug in your ass, baby?”
“I was thinking about it.” She grins. “I bet it will feel good.”
“I bet it will feel good for me, too.” I lift her waist so that my dick lines up with her entrance and lower her down over me.
She grabs my shoulders, tips her head back, and arches her breasts toward my face. Fuck me .
When she’s fully seated, we’re both panting.
“Damn, that feels good,” I mutter.
She tilts her hips back and forth. “So good. So full.” She braces herself with her feet next to my thighs and lifts, slamming back down hard.
I groan louder. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come too fast. I’ve jerked off plenty of times in the past two weeks, but nothing took the edge off. I need this. I need her .
“Dane…” She rocks against me again, grinding her little clit.
“Make yourself come, baby. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.” I slide my hand up to cup her breasts and flick my thumbs over her swollen nipples.
“Yesss…” she hisses. She likes it when I play with her nipples. She lifts up again and drops back down fast, angling forward. “Pinch them,” she begs.
I grip her nipples and give them a pull and a twist.
Her moans fill the room, making me harder. In order to hold off my own release, I have to grit my teeth. I focus on Paige and her pleasure. I want her to come wrapped around me before I let myself go.
She’s so fucking sexy when she’s on top, controlling the speed and angle. The expressions that keep changing on her face are precious. Finally, she freezes. A few seconds tick by, and then she moans low and deep and long.
Her pussy clenches my dick hard, and I force myself to look at her before I close my eyes and empty my cock into the condom. My release is heaven.
“I can’t believe this.” Paige is wandering around in my state-of-the-art kitchen.
I’m sitting on the counter near the fridge, watching her. She’s barefoot and wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts. I put it on her, and I fastened one button below her breasts. It hangs to her thighs, and every time she turns, I get a glimpse of her tits.
“It will take me a week to learn how to operate the stove alone.”
I chuckle. “I’m going to gain ten pounds this month, aren’t I?” My girl always liked to cook. She tells me she hasn’t done so for a long time because she found no pleasure in cooking for herself. But we’re stuck here for the foreseeable future, and we’ll be limited to the occasional grocery delivery. No takeout. No eating at restaurants.
She’s rubbing her hands together already as she leans into my fridge to see what I have stocked for her. “You got some of everything, didn’t you?”
“I tried. Make a list of what you’re missing. I’ll get it on the next order. And Paige…?”
She twists around to look at me. “Yeah?”
“You know you’re not obligated to cook, right? I’m only indulging you because I remember you liked to. If you’re not feeling it, we’ll share the task or eat sandwiches and frozen dinners.”
She shakes her head. “I’m so excited about cooking that my mouth is watering.”
I smile indulgently and jump down from the counter. I grab her around the waist and lift her onto the island, loving her squeal.
“Dane!”
I lower her to her back, undo the button, spread my shirt open, and lift her knees. “First, I’m going to eat, and then you can cook.”
She giggles. “That makes no sense.”
I open her legs wide, drop my mouth onto her pussy, and thrust my tongue into her.
Fuck, her moan is worth it. So is the way she arches her chest, making her tits rise and bounce. And the way she grabs my head, threading her fingers through my hair. And the way she spreads her legs farther, giving me better access.
I suck her pussy and then lap at her clit until she cries out my name.
“Mmmm.” I lick my lips and wipe my mouth on the corner of her borrowed dress shirt. “Delicious.”
“Now I’m too limp to cook,” she murmurs.
I drag her closer to the edge of the island so I can suckle her nipples next. Back and forth, teasing her until they’re hard and she’s moaning.
When I finally lift my head, I stare down at her swollen buds and admire my work. Smoking hot . “Maybe we should just have sandwiches tonight,” I suggest. “Much faster. Then we can go try out my mattress.”
She shoves at me. “Not a chance. We’ll try out your mattress after we eat a good meal. Get off me and leave the kitchen so I can think straight.”
I lift her to her feet and press her against the island. Running my fingers through her hair, I lower my mouth and kiss her senseless. I like her off-kilter. I want to keep her this way every day.
“Still want to cook?” I mumble against her lips.
“Uh-huh. Food. We need food.”
“Okay, but I’m not leaving the kitchen. I’m going to watch. And you don’t get to button the shirt.”
She gives me a slow grin. “I could tie you to a chair and then take the shirt off entirely while I work. Maybe I’ll even come over every few minutes and lick your cock, just to make sure you’re paying attention.”
I’m shocked by her suggestion that she would cook naked. She’s never liked to wander around naked. She’s feeling bold tonight. Or perhaps permanently horny.
I do not let my girl dominate me. Ever . The idea is tempting, though. “I won’t agree to the restraints, but I’ll sit naked in a chair while you cook if you’re going to suck my cock from time to time.”
She gives me a slow grin. “Deal.”
What the hell was I thinking? My negotiation skills are rusty. I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. Watching my girl cook in the buff is enough to send me over the edge, but having her kneel between my legs every few minutes to suck my cock is utter madness.
She doesn’t just give it a chaste kiss or lick. She sucks my dick in deep and hollows out her cheeks before sliding off and leaving me panting over and over.
Paige is a great cook, too. The kitchen smells divine. In the two years I’ve lived here, I have never used even half the pots and pans and utensils she has pulled out of cabinets. Most of them I didn’t even realize I owned.
Vegetables are roasting. Onions and peppers are frying with some seasoning. Chicken breasts. Garlic fills the air. I don’t even know what we’re having, and I don’t care. I only care that my amazing, fucking hot woman is naked in my kitchen, dancing around and humming with a smile spread across her face.
Naked. My girl is totally butt-ass naked.
It’s damn near impossible for me to stay rooted to the chair, but I promised her I would use self-restraint. Literally. And I have. I’ve been gripping the sides of my chair for almost an hour.
She spins around, letting her hair swing, and returns to me yet again.
I brace myself as she drops to her knees and drags her tongue up my cock, flicking it off the tip. And then she’s gone. Back at the stove, stirring something.
If I could freeze this moment, I would. It’s surreal. I’m still reeling from finding her. A true needle in the haystack. What if I’d gone my entire life never knowing she was alive?
We have mountains to climb. We’re ignoring our problems. And I think we’re entitled to that for one night. Tomorrow morning, reality will sink in. She’s going to be a prisoner in my penthouse. She can’t leave. Few people will ever know she’s here. It’s a matter of life and death.
I pray it’s true that Tombeck has no idea she’s alive, but I worry he might know or find out. I’ll do everything in my power to keep her safe while I simultaneously hunt him, find him, and rid this globe of him.
Shaking those panic-inducing thoughts from my head, I concentrate on the most perfect woman I’ve ever known standing in my kitchen. When she sways to whatever tune is playing in her head, her breasts bounce. I’m pretty sure she’s doing it on purpose. Just like I’m certain she intentionally bends over repeatedly, giving me a view of her pussy and her cleavage.
Fighting the urge to moan, I rarely blink. The show is too good to miss.
Finally, she declares the meal ready, fills two plates, and comes to the table. She sets one in front of me before dropping between my legs again. Her hands slide up my thighs.
She tips her head back and giggles. “You may eat after me.” And then she goes to work, sucking my cock all the way to the back of her throat so fast that my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My knuckles are surely white from gripping the seat of the chair. I didn’t see this coming.
Paige sucks me hard and fast, swallowing more of my length than she should be able to. I’ve been so damn close to orgasm for so long that I can’t hold back. I come embarrassingly quickly, shooting into the back of her throat.
She swallows every drop before releasing me with a pop and grinning like she just won the lottery. “Mmmm. Delicious.”
I grab her under her arms, pull her up, and lift her off the floor. “Straddle me, naughty girl,” I growl.
She spreads her legs and settles on my lap. Her hands come to my shoulders. “How are we going to eat like this?”
“We’ll find a way.” I pull my plate closer, stab a broccoli spear with my fork, and bring it to her lips. “Open.”
She takes the bite and groans around the flavors. My girl likes her food as much as she enjoys cooking.
Setting a hand on the small of her back, I anchor her and make her sit on my lap for the entire meal. I alternate between feeding her and myself. It’s the best meal I’ve ever had.