Page 42 of Run, Little Bunny

I smirk, and we fall into a comfortable silence. As he stirs the meat sauce, I ask, “How long have you had this place?”

“Almost a year,” he says, focused on the sauce.

“What made you decide to get a place out here, so tucked away?”

“I wanted something quieter,” he says, focused on the sauce. “Renting was fine, but after bouncing from place to place, I realized I wanted something more permanent. Something that was mine.”

“I get that,” I say, then decide to share, “I’ve been in my apartment for two years.”

Chad turns, catching my eye. “So, you’re good at commitment?”

“When I really like something, I am.” I smirk, playing into the double meaning.

He chuckles, but there’s a new heat in his eyes. The space between us feels charged again, and I can’t help but add, “Also ... where are your hands?”

His eyes darken as he steps toward me. “I’m sorry I don’t have more hands.” He moves closer, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. His lips are soft but firm, and when his fingers curl into my hair, I moan.

“I like that you’re needy,” he breathes, his lips hovering above mine.

I inhale sharply, my heart racing. His touch, the way he’s looking at me—it’s too much and not enough at the same time. “You’re turning me on so much. How else am I supposed to act?”

Chad smiles, but the intensity in his eyes stays. His hands slide down to my thighs, his fingers press into my yoga pants as he spreads my legs. Every inch of me is on fire. I raise my glass to my lips, trying to calm the shaking inside me. I take a slow sip, savoring this, holding his gaze over the rim of my glass.

“I want you to be comfortable,” he says, his voice low.

“I am.” Though I’ve never felt this kind of tension before. It’s so hot. I’m literally sweating through my shirt.

He inches closer, his fingers tracing a slow line along the inside of my thigh. “Good. I don’t want you to hold anything back. I want to know where your mind is at.”

Biting my lip, I decide to be honest. “Right now, I’m thinking about whether or not you’re going to fuck me on this countertop.”

Chad’s hands tighten on my thighs. “Thinking about it more now.” He grazes his fingers higher up my legs. The teasing—gosh, I’m so fucking wet. “But I want to do a few other things before we get to that.”

“What things?” I manage to ask, my heart pounding.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my neck. “Feeding you,” he whispers.

“And?” My voice is shaky.

His lips trail lightly over my neck. “Making you scream.”

I exhale, flushed and breathless. “I approve,” I whisper back.

He crashes his lips into mine, the kiss deep and hungry. His hands grip my thighs tighter, and I’m sure we’re about to go there—right here, right now. But then he pulls back, his hand sliding up to cup my chin. He squeezes it lightly, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Back to part one,” he says, teasing, his lips inches from mine. “I need to plate the food.”

I let out a frustrated laugh, but I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face. “You’re mean.”

“I’ll make it worth the wait.” Chad presses one last lingering kiss to my lips before pulling away.

I watch him as he moves back to the stove, my heart still racing. Pulling off my hoodie, I know the real fun is just getting started.

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This is exactly why I couldn’t have made anything that required serious attention—dinner would be burnt by now. I glance over my shoulder at Anna as I finish plating. Obsessed is an understatement.

“Take your pretty, little self over to the dining table.” With two plates in hand, I watch her slide off the counter. My eyes flick down, staring at the way her hips sway as she walks ahead of me.That ass.I’m going to need to spend a lot more time worshiping that.

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