Page 79 of On Thin Ice

“Dom,” she murmured.

Yeah, her eyes had definitely flared. And right now, my heart was racing as I leaned closer.

Then the oven dinged.

“Oh. I need to put the veggies in. Get on that rice. I’m starving.”

“Me too,” I muttered, stepping away from her to fill the pot.

We moved easily around the kitchen as we prepared dinner. A subtle brush here, fingers trailing there. And my body was fucking tense. She had a nervous energy and I was feeding off it. I ached to kiss her, but would she push me off? She’d been adamant about just being roommates, but I wanted her more than my next breath, and just being in the tight space of the kitchen was not helping my willpower.

She was fucking stunning. Since the rice was cooking and the veggies were in the oven, there wasn’t much else for me to do aside from watch her as she stood in front of the stove, flipping over the chicken with one hand while shoving a few strands of hair that had slipped out of her bun over her ear with her other. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and her shirt stretched over her belly.

I leaned against the kitchen island behind her, my fingers gripping the edge so I didn’t give in and wrap my arms around her, tugging her against my body. Then she glanced over her shoulder at me.

“What?” she asked. “I feel you staring.”

“Just watching you cook.” I was parched. “You thirsty?”

“Uh. No. Um, yeah, I guess,” she said, tucking another strand behind her ear.

Fucking hell. I wanted to run my tongue along the shell, pull her lobe into my mouth and suck.

Shit.

I cleared my throat and stood up straight, reaching for her water bottle that was currently next to her just as she went to grab it. Our fingers grazed each other’s and I swore sparks hit me right in the chest.

“Oh,” she said, pulling back quickly.

“I’ll fill it up for you,” I said, trying to sound normal, but my voice was gruff, and I heard her suck in a breath.

She had to want me as much as I wanted her, right? I couldn’t be imagining this much tension.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

It would probably do both of us a world of good if I just climbed into the freezer and cooled the fuck down. My cock was hard as hell; one glance down, and she’d know exactly how much I desired her. I was going to have to rethink my at-home wardrobe because athletic shorts left nothing to the imagination. Although, with the current state I was in, only a fucking suit of armor would hide it.

“Do you need me to do anything else?” I asked.Like wipe your brow with my tongue?

Fucking hell. Get it together.

“Uh, nope,” she said, holding my gaze and taking a sip of the water I’d handed her.

“Is something burning?” I asked.

“What? Shit.” She turned back to the stove and flipped over a piece of chicken.

I peered over her shoulder, breathing her in because fuck, she smelled amazing.

“Dom, you’re distracting me, and now I’ve burned dinner,” she said, shifting her head to look at me.

My hand instinctively moved to wrap around her waist, my fingers spreading over her belly, my thumb dangerously close to the bottom of her breast.

“It looks fine. I’m sure it tastes delicious.” Fuck, I wanted to taste her.

She swallowed hard, and I was mesmerized by her boobs rising and falling. Not that she was wearing something low-cut and giving me a peep show or anything. Hell, she was nearly drowning in one of my shirts, but it stretched in all the right places. I loved seeing her in my clothes and had given her free rein of my stuff. Hell, I’d probably slipped this shirt into her laundry so she could have it.

“Dom,” she whispered again.

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