Page 53 of Robert

He glanced over and nodded, before dumping the chopped parsley into the sauce. “It’s certainly a pleasant scene.”

“Your mother taught you to cook?”

“Not exactly, no,” he stirred the sauce and lifted the spoon to taste, nodding in satisfaction. “She cooked when she could, which was not very often, but when she did, she made a production of it.” A smile ghosted his lips. “She insisted on me helping her out. I did, albeit reluctantly. The last thing I wanted was to be standing around a stove.

But whenever she had to work late, I would get creative.” He glanced at her. “There wasn’t a hell of a lot, so we had to make do.” Turning back to the stove, he continued to stir the sauce and was about to turn back around to say something else to her when he felt her behind him.

He went rigid when her arms came around his waist.

“Sonya?”

“I told you how sexy you look wearing that apron.” Her voice was husky and very suggestive.

“I am cooking here.” He tried for calm but failed completely.

“Turn around.”

He stood there for a few pulsing seconds before removing the sauce from the fire and turning the knob to off.

He faced her slowly, eyes glittering with desire. Her breasts, with the rigid nipples had left imprints on his back. The rose pink shift she had donned after their shower, had one shoulder slipping down. And in her eyes the invitation was clear.

“I thought you were hungry.” His voice sounded like sandpaper.

“I am.” Taking his hand, she led him willingly towards the counter and away from the hot range. It was a good thing she had the presence of mind to do so, because cooking and everything else had fled his mind.

Sliding her hands under his shirt, she splayed her fingers over the warmth of his skin and could feel when his muscles quivered.

“What are you doing?” He rasped.

“Seducing you.” Pulling her hands out, she untied the apron and took it off. “I need you.”

His mind went blank, and his body filled to overflowing.

“Is that so?” Heat settled in his lower body and stayed there.

“Hmm.” She had worked the shirt over his head, with his help.

“Now what?”

“This.” He jolted as her mouth started exploring the wide expanse of his chest, starting at his throat where a pulse was working overtime. So was his heart, so was his cock, that part of him seemed to have gone on overdrive.

“We should…”

“No talking.” She ordered. “And no touching.”

“That’s not going to be…, ‘ he hissed out a breath when she started tonguing his nipple. His knees were going weak.

“I need to touch you.” He said between his teeth.

“Not yet.” He reared up in shock when she reached in to wrap her fingers around his hot flesh.

“Baby…!” Words failed him completely. Her thumb was glancing over the tip of his shaft where the moisture was already pooling. The double onslaught was getting to be too much for him. His hands lifted to touch her around the neck and shoulders, before dragging her shift up and over her head.

A shaky groan escaped him as he lifted her up and turned her around so that her back was pressed up against the wall. Then he simply pierced her. There was no other word for it. Holding her slender body easily with one hand, he tugged down his sweats and drove into her, pinning her against the wall.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he started moving. With his eyes on hers, he increased the pace and watched as her lips parted and she started panting.

“I want you calling my name when you come.” He whispered against her lips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and back, racing down to cup his taut buttocks.

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