Page 38 of Mass Sins

“It sure is a nice place. And the location’s nice too. Pretty damn close to my church,” he teased, putting his hands on my hips, and pulling me closer.

I laughed softly and moved closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Isn’t it strange how we’ve been so close to each other, yet we’ve never even met before?”

“It is strange. But I think it was meant to be like this.” He leaned in and kissed me again. This time, I wasn’t letting go too soon. “I missed you,” he muttered into the kiss, holding me close to his body as his hands cupped my ass.

I missed him too, even if we only spent two days apart.

I pressed my body against his and let him deepen the kiss. Our tongues curled around each other, and a moan escaped me when he squeezed my ass gently. Without really thinking about it, he moved us in front of the couch before he sat down, pulling me with him.

I straddled his lap without breaking the kiss, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss even more, pushing his tongue further into my mouth.

A soft moan escaped me, and we let the kiss go on until we both needed a moment to breath. We looked at each other with desire in our eyes, and I felt my cheeks turn red as he brushed back a strand of my hair.

A crooked grin appeared on his lips. “If we keep this up, we’re never going to leave. And I really want to take you to my place because I have a little surprise for you.”

A surprise?

My excitement rose again. “I love surprises.”

“Yeah? That’s the first time I heard a woman say that,” he said with a chuckle. He kissed me one more time before making me get up and standing up himself. He grabbed my bad, then looked around before his eyes met mine again. “Ready?”

I nodded, smiling as I admired him. “Ready.”

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Joska opened the front door and let me walk in first, and I was greeted by the most beautiful dining table setup ever. He had decorated it with candles and small bouquets of flowers—which included Peonies, my favorite—and even the napkins were perfectly folded into standing triangles.

There was soft music playing in the background, and the whole area smelled delicious. “Oh, wow…this looks amazing.”

“You like it? I figured I’d cook for us tonight so you can eat and relax after working all day today.”

That was very thoughtful and kind of him. I turned to him and smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek. “You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it. Thank you, Joska. You’re really making me feel so special.”

He smiled warmly at me, with his hands rubbing my back. “You are special. Remember that.” He kissed the tip of my nose, then he guided me toward the kitchen by holding my hand. “The chicken should be done in a few minutes. I put it in the oven with some roasted potatoes. And for dessert, I got us two slices of cake from a bakery.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

The evening had started out nicely, and it would only get better from there.

JOSKA

Her laugh was infectious, and for once, I praised myself for how charming and funny I was. I wanted to be that just for her, and no other woman.

After eating dinner and dessert, she insisted on helping me with the dishes, but I made her sit on the couch in front of the fire with a glass of champagne while I cleaned up the kitchen.

The music was still playing slowly in the background, and I often lifted my gaze to look over at her. Having her here felt right. It felt like she belonged here with me, and maybe her staying for the whole weekend would show us that this between us could work if we took our relationship further. We were still only dating, but the last date we had on Wednesday proved that we related to each other on a deeper level.

Her eyes lit up and her smile was soft when I finally made my way to the couch too, holding my glass of champagne in one hand, and the bottle in the other. I sat down next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before leaning back. “What do you say? Should we watch a movie?”

“That sounds good. What do you usually watch?” she asked. She pulled up her legs to curl them under her, and she turned her body more toward me to face me better.

“I don’t watch movies very often, but when I do, it’s mostly some psychological thriller. I also enjoy historic movies.”

“That’s nice. And what about horror movies?”

I raised a brow. “You watch horror movies?”

Her grin was mischievous. “Sometimes.”

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