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“No, it doesn’t.” Tess smiled, then leaned over and gently kissed his shoulder. “But then, you’re sort of going through a lot of development very quickly. I just don’t want you to build up any bad habits.”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised, shivering as Tess’s mouth moved to the side of his neck, where it began to suck. “You’ll give me a few tips on chess one of these days too, right?”

“Sure,” Tess promised, eyes alight with mirth as she pulled away. Her gaze shifted back to the board. “We still need to finish this game, though. You have more clothes on than I like.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

Tess grinned, then moved a hand toward one of her pieces. Only, it stalled midway along its journey.

“Actually, why don’t we break for lunch? We got a little sidetracked, so I’m starting to get hungry. We can resume things once we’ve finished.”

So was he, but he was far, far hungrier for a chance to see her remove her shirt. He just needed to get one more bishop off the board. Yet, he could tell her question wasn’t really a question. Rather than argue over it, he assented with a nod. Moments later, they’d gotten up—but he still wasn’t allowed to put his shirt back on—and began heading for her kitchen. A light lunch would follow.

The chessboard and its surviving pieces would have to wait a little longer for the culmination of their game. His ultimate defeat was all but a certainty, but he still hoped to intersperse a few triumphs of his own before it arrived.

Chapter Nine

Basic Necessities

Five minutes after coming to the kitchen, Liam could no longer resist. Honestly, he’d held out longer than he would have expected. The provocative shape of Tess’s body just proved too overwhelming. She knew that as well as he did. So, when he ended up behind her, pressing into her alluring body, she didn’t do more than sigh—and she only did it once.

“I’m making us something to eat,” she reminded him, even as she pressed her butt slightly back. The additional pressure caused his cock to throb happily. When she wiggled her hips a few seconds later, Liam inhaled deeply.

He set her hands on her thighs, then slowly drew them up toward the fantastic shape and softness of her butt. His fingertips buzzed with anticipation as they climbed the fabric ofher leggings, then found their favorite paradise. As she hadn’t flexed any, his fingers sank deep into her provocative butt. How had he gone so long in life without experiencing something like this? The addictiveness of it left him woozy.

“I’m not stopping you,” he pointed out. “But I haven’t gotten to do this since I got here. Because of your cruel chess game.”

Tess chuckled, gripping her counter as he felt her up. Technically, he had stopped her from preparing their lunch, as she’d stopped plucking grapes off the vine and piling them into a single large bowl. Chocolate and grapes. A good combo, even though they’d left the box containing the former in her living room.

“You’re not having fun with it?” Tess asked, batting her eyelashes as she glanced over her shoulder.

“I’m having a little more of it here and now.”

Shrugging, Tess wiggled her hips again. Liam’s cock felt like it was made of stone, but he knew she wouldn’t let him pull it out just yet. Not until their game prompted him to. Which meant he was also delaying his much-needed salvation.

His hands won out, but his cock suffered for the delay.

Eventually, even with him still pressed against her, Tess resumed filling up the bowl. Not satisfied withjustfeeling up her phenomenal ass, Liam’s hands sought higher ground. Sending them beneath her shirt’s loose hem, his fingertips glided over the high waist of her leggings. The fabric clung tightly to her curvaceous waist, but he still got a few fingers in between. Tess glanced at him, and he knew she’d stop him if he tried pulling her leggings down, but that wasn’t his goal.

He stopped at just skimming the backs of his fingers against her smooth, soft skin. And a few tugs at the waistband, acting as though he might be thinking about trying to remove them. Oh, and he did send about half of his right hand into her leggings, resting it on her hip. That last one obtained a warning look.

So, he again sent his hands higher. Still under her shirt, his fingers slowly but excitedly climbed her stomach and sides, feeling the curving hourglass of her gorgeous body. The goal was obvious, so when Tess didn’t stop him, instead placing the bowl filled with grapes under her sink faucet, he knew he had permission. It might not last forever, so he didn’t delay.

Victoria’s might be larger, but they were only a fantasy within his mind. Their shape, softness, and heft were unknown to him. Tess’s, however, had come to be anything but that.

She breathed in as his hands, warm from all the time they’d spent on her body, reached the underside of her magnificent breasts. Cupping his hands as if he intended to scoop something up, which he very much did, he slightly lifted her breasts. He admired their weight and softness, then spread his fingers out. He couldn’t fully cover her breasts, but he could still give it his all.

His all happened to be everything he did want to give Tess, so it worked out. Her breasts absorbed the soft imprints of his fingers, giving wherever he applied gentle pressure, and his palms brushed against hardened nipples.

“Your shoulders are a little tense,” he whispered against the shell of Tess’s left ear.

“I wonder why,” the gorgeous woman retorted, though she forced herself to return to a relaxed state. She finished washing off the grapes, then placed the bowl on the counter. “If I’m going to make us those wraps, I need to slide over a bit.”

Liam nodded, though he didn’t remove his hands from her breasts. When she realized his intention to stay with her, Tess shook her head but didn’t complain. Linked together, they sidled toward a litany of ingredients farther down her counter. Those that had needed earlier prep had already gotten it, including the sauce. Opening the bag with enormous circular tortillas inside, she glanced at him.

“I like mine heated. You?”

“Sure.”