Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“How do you always say the sweetest things?” I lean into his touch, wanting more. “And why aren’t we naked right now?”
His deep chuckle sends a thrilling shiver down my spine.
“Well…” He lifts me by my ass and my arms wrap around his neck as he sets me down on the other countertop.
I almost scold him about lifting me before I remember the restriction timeframe is over.
The bruises have faded more, which makes me feel better about him manhandling me.
“I’m gonna feed you first. You said you were handlin’ dessert , right? ”
I snicker, tightening my thighs around his waist and pulling him closer. “You’re already halfway naked, so let’s skip right to it.” Sliding my fingers underneath his waistband, I lick my lower lip, hoping he takes the bait.
His eyes track the movement before shoving his thumb between my lips. “Suck, baby.”
I gladly do as he says, twirling my tongue around his digit before hollowing my cheeks and sucking on it.
“Fuck, you do that so good. Such a greedy girl.” His whispered groan has my pussy weeping for him to touch me.
As my hand slides deeper in his joggers, I discover he’s not wearing any shorts underneath. My eyes widen with heat as I inch closer to his thickening erection.
“Patience, darlin’.” He removes his thumb before lowering his mouth to mine. “Dinner’s ready.”
My head falls back with a whimper. “I’ve been plenty patient, especially after that little stunt you pulled this afternoon.”
His easygoing grin turns feral, a flash of pride beaming between his eyes. “I’ve waited years for you, Maze. Another thirty minutes won’t kill us.”
Him maybe. I might actually stroke out from the way he constantly makes my heart race.
Warren helps me off the counter and tells me to go sit at the table, even though I offer to help set it. He catches me staring at his slutty pants, displaying exactly what’s available underneath the fabric, and chuckles.
He brings the food over with two glasses of wine, and I can’t even be disappointed because I’m starving and everything looks so perfect.
Before taking the seat across from me, Warren stands behind my chair and wraps his hand around my throat. Then he tilts my head back and squeezes before claiming my mouth with his .
He licks and sucks my tongue, devouring me like a starved man, and knowing damn well what it’s doing to me.
It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever done.
“Enjoy your dinner, baby.” He presses his lips to my neck and then releases me.
I’m left panting and eager as he sits across from me, a smug smirk planted on his face.
“Tell me about your day,” he says once our plates are filled.
I talk to him about the new book I’m reading and the other events that took place while he was gone, talking to my assistant, taking a long bath, shaving every inch of my body. His fork clanks against the plate when I go into detail about that last part.
“And how was yours?” I ask with amusement. “Did Nicky recover?”
He scoffs. “That little shit tried to use it against me to get more days off. We already put him and his new wife up in one of the domes for the week with the stipulation he came into work each day.”
“You’re makin’ him work during his honeymoon?”
“He only gave me a four-day notice and should be grateful I gave him one week off to go to Mexico. He’ll survive.”
“They probably never left the room anyway.”
“That’s what I said!”
We both laugh, and I remember ours after we got married.
“Would you wanna go on one with me?”
“On a honeymoon?”
“Yeah, like a couples getaway to reconnect. Maybe after I move back?”
I don’t know why I’m nervous asking, but Warren’s so comfortable here, and I get the feeling he doesn’t leave very often .
He reaches across the table, interlocking his fingers with mine. “I’d love to.”
Then he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
“Where would you wanna go?”
“Considering I haven’t traveled much myself, I’m open to almost anywhere. Somewhere on the water would be nice.”
We continue talking about ideas, which is somehow a distraction from the wild thoughts consuming me and eating our food. He made roasted garlic potatoes and glazed carrots for the sides, which were as delicious as the meat.
“I’m gonna have to take up workin’ out, runnin’, or somethin’ ’cause you’re feedin’ me way too good.” I lean back, holding my stomach. With the amount of food he makes, I won’t be able to fit in my clothes anymore.
Warren stands, collecting our empty dishes. “Eatin’ is good for you, my love. Especially when you’re carryin’ our baby.”
“W-what?” My jaw drops before I can pick it up.
“Well…eventually, right?” he asks, walking to the sink. “We always talked about havin’ kids at some point. Is that no longer somethin’ you want?”
“Yeah…” I nod and go into the kitchen. “I do want kids, but?—”
“We don’t have to rush, Maze.” He cups my jaw, sounding so sincere, it almost breaks me. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Hayes made it known he was too old to become a first-time dad and knew he’d be too busy to be one, so although I’d always wanted to be a mom, I accepted that it wasn’t going to happen.
The whole idea of getting pregnant and having babies always appealed to me, but I let that dream go in order to be with him.
I hadn’t realized until this moment that I no longer had to.
“Does that mean you’re ready now? ”
“I am when you are,” he clarifies, lining my lips with his.
When his tongue massages mine, tingles radiate my skin, and I arch my body closer to his. His heart thumps against my racing one, making it even harder to pull away so I can speak.
“Warren…” I whisper his name, but it comes out as a moan.
“I know, baby,” he whimpers, pressing his erection into my lower stomach.
Oh fuck.
Our lips draw together and when he pulls me up, I wrap my legs and arms around his body, keeping us fused. The movement of his body has me holding on to him tighter and anticipating his next move. He walks us into the bedroom, his lips gliding down my neck before gently placing me on the mattress.
When he towers over me, I reach for his joggers, but then he grabs my wrists and flattens them above my head.
“I swear to God,” I cry out. “If you’re gonna tease me again, I’m kickin’ you in the balls.”
His menacing chuckle vibrates against my skin when he sucks below my collarbone. He pulls my arms together, wrapping one hand around both wrists and lowering his other hand before sliding it underneath my shirt.
“Stop worryin’, sweetheart…” he murmurs, licking a path up my neck as he cups my breast under my bra. “I’m gonna ruin you in the best way possible.”