“Got my ways.”
“By following me?”
“No need.” He also had no need to explain where he got his info. He flared his nostrils and breathed deeply. Whatever was on the stove smelled really fucking good. “Whatcha makin’?”
Stepping closely behind her, he glanced over her shoulder at what looked like a pot of chili.
“Dinner. You know, the meal most people eat before bedtime.”
“Usually eat pussy before bedtime.”
“Like I said…Mostpeople.”
When he whispered, “Expected you to come over to my place,” close to her neck, he grinned because he caused goosebumps to break out.
Fuck yeah.She wanted him. Even if she tried to deny it, her reaction gave her away.
“Expectations aren’t always met.”
“Mmm.” He blew lightly on the back of her neck.
She shivered and waved a hand over her shoulder in his direction. “Stop.”
“Gonna share that with me?”
“I only made enough for one.”
“There’s enough fuckin’ food there to feed ten.”
“Maybe I’m really hungry.”
“Or maybe you just like bein’ difficult.”
She shrugged and turned. “Not sure why you’d think that?”
“What woman ain’t difficult?”
“I could say the same for men.”
“We ain’t difficult. We’re just dicks.”
“With dicks.”
Hemmm’d again and stepped back, giving her space to work.
She gave the chili a last stir, turned off the heat and moved the pot over one burner. His eyes were glued to her ass as she opened a cabinet and pulled down a bowl, placing it on the counter next to another empty one.
Then she dug out a second spoon.
Someone was going to be eating good tonight. He hoped to be that someone.
A little homemade chili followed by some pussy for dessert.
That might end up being his new favorite meal.
She spooned half of a bowl for herself and a full bowl for him. She held them both out to him. “Put these on the table.” She quickly moved out of his reach to pull some napkins froma holder, then placed them next to the bowls where he had set them across from each other.
Just like he owned the place, he headed to the fridge and opened it without even asking.