Page 41 of Friends With Benefits

She drained the pasta, tossed it with the sauce and in moments they were sitting at her small dining table, feasting on perfectly al dente fettuccine, shrimp, warm bread and a tangy salad.

“Wow,” Mitch said, after devouring two huge plates of pasta, a couple of rolls and a big bowl of salad. “I used to make fun of you for being a bad cook, but I think I was mistaken.”

“It was just that food poisoning incident with the deli salad,” she insisted with a laugh. “Really.”

He grinned. “What’s for dessert?”

Her face fell. “I didn’t make dessert.”

“Hey, I’m kidding. I’m so full, I couldn’t eat a bite more. Besides, I know what I want for dessert, and it’snotfood.”

He looked at her as she got his message and her eyes grew hot. “Oh,” she said.

He reached out for her hand and pulled her out of her chair and onto his lap. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I got here,” he growled. Spearing his fingers into her hair, he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her.

She tasted sweet and warm, her tongue teasing his, sucking gently as their mouths slid over each other, wet and open. He deepened the kiss, feeling her body soften into his as she wound her arms around his neck. “I missed you,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to press his face to her exotic-smelling hair.

“I missed you too,” she whispered. She stroked her hands over his shoulders, then her fingers slid into his hair and grabbed hold, pulling his mouth back to her.

They kissed again, slow, sensual kisses. Mouths clinging, lifting, their breath mingling, then kissing again, deep and lingering.

Kerri broke away, gulping air into her lungs. “Whoa.”

“Yeah.” He paused, swallowed hard. “Want me to help with the dishes?”

“I don’t feel like doing dishes right now,” she confessed. “But I guess we should clean up a little.”

Reluctantly he let her off his lap, his hard-on throbbing. He watched her cute little ass as she walked away from him, carrying their plates. He gathered up the rest of the dishes and helped load the dishwasher, both of them eyeing each other hungrily, the air thick around them. As she bent over to put a plate in the dishwasher, he moved up behind her and pressed his erection into her lush little behind, slid his arms around her. She straightened, put an arm up behind her to curve around his neck and he nuzzled her ear.

“You said you went out last night,” he murmured, inhaling her scent. “Where’d you go?”

“Oh. Um, I went out with Liam. Remember?”

He froze. He abruptly released her and stepped back. She turned to face him and he stared at her. “You…what?”

Chapter Sixteen

“I went out with Liam. Liam Moffatt. You fixed me up with him. Remember?”

Jealousy churned in his stomach, burning and rising from his gut to his chest, which was so tight it hurt. He took a deep breath but the tightness didn’t go away. He shook his head.

“Jesus Christ,” he finally managed. “You went out with him?”

Her eyes were wide, wary. “Yes.”

He shook his head again in disbelief. “Are you fucking crazy?”

Her face closed up. “No, I am notfucking crazy, thank you very much,” she said, looking confused. “You’re the one who introduced us, remember?”

He ignored her. “You went out with Liam,” he repeated.

She stared at him. “But…wait, Mitch. Just hold on here. I don’t know what you’re all bent out of shape about. You’re the one who introduced us.”

“Yeah. But that was…before.”

“Before what? Before we had sex?”

He took several deep breaths. In. Out. Control.

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