Page 37 of Nerdy Dirty Valentine

“I was lucky. My dad worked long hours as a chef, but he still came home and cooked for me. He seemed to love it, making meals that were my favorites. “

“And what was your favorite?”

“As a kid? Hmmm… So many of Dad’s dishes were fucking delicious. But his pancakes with Nutella and berries might top the list. Oh! That reminds me, I got dessert.”

“I’m so full.”

“Please? One bite?”

“If we share.” James gave a heart-stopping smile. It spread slowly over his face, lit with warmth, offered just for me.

We split it, the chocolate cookie gooey and firm at the same time. James licked his lower lip and gave a low moan of appreciation. “Your dad would approve. It’s delicious. Why haven’t you been cooking more?”

“I don’t know. It could be my work schedule or that I couldn’t compete with my dad’s abilities and didn’t want to even try…”

“I get that. My parents are so gifted in math, and I never wanted them to be disappointed in me.”

I nodded, but my eyes were on his mouth.

I caught my breath, and it took me a second before I leaned in to whisper, “Or maybe I never had the right person to cook for before tonight.”

His golden hair fell slightly in his face, and his lips parted. He was beautiful without fully seeing it, but not only on the outside.James’ beauty came from deep within. All I wanted was to touch him and never see that beauty dim.

And what the hell was happening to me? I’d never had thoughts like these. Romantic, soft thoughts. Yet they settled to stay. James’ gaze held mine, his eyes wide and bright.

I wanted to kiss him so badly. My pulse pounded as my instincts mixed with my feelings. Part primitive, with the need to hold James tightly to me and not let go, and part poetic, gentle with a promise that I never knew I was capable of.

The air crackled between us.

I grazed my thumb over his bottom lip. James’ eyes darken with lust.

With a groan, James took my mouth. The kiss had an edge to it, his lips soft and pouty but pressing on mine harder. I held the sides of his face. James was being forceful, commanding my mouth to open, my tongue to meet his.

And I was loving it. There was no space between our bodies, and yet I longed to be closer still.

I buried my fingers in his hair, a low noise at the back of my throat. We stumbled against the chairs, James moving to my lap, rocking our hips toward each other, not breaking the kiss. I kissed James with urgency, like I’d been famished for his taste. Our tongues sparred, breath grew heavy, and my cock was so hard.

Pulling his hair a little more, I let my fingers graze his slender neck. I had to lick the skin there.

“I want you,” James breathed out as I sucked his throat. “And I’m ready.”

“Ready?”

He took a step back and lifted his shirt, tossing it on the floor.

“Touch me,” he said. His gaze heated. “I want your lips. Your hands.”

“You sure?”

“Phin, please. Just touch me.”

Oh, Christ.He tilted his neck back, offering access there and everywhere. After only having James explore my body fully, he was offering his. My fingers flexed involuntarily, already seeking contact. I began at the crook of his neck, nibbling at a spot that made James squirm, sigh, giggle. My hands slid up and down his torso. I felt the heat of his body, his hardness pressing at me. As I licked his collarbone, I shook with longing. His skin smelled like springtime, tasted fresh and good. My whole body quaked, but I tried to go slow.

All I cared about was giving him pleasure. I felt like I was in a fevered dream as I kissed his shoulders, his chest, nipples. James held my head as I sucked one into my mouth.

My hands held his lean back, stroking the skin with my thumb. I mouthed at his pink nub, rolling over it with my tongue until it stiffened to a hard point, and James moaned. I moved lower, giving feather-soft kisses to his flat stomach before licking his navel.

“God! My heart’s pounding,” James gasped. “You make my world spin.”

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