Page 79 of A Perfect Match
KRU: You got it, Piperdelle.
I’m elbows deep in attempting to recreate Mom’s famous lasagna when I hear the knock on the front door.I squeal—it’s my boyfriend!—and hurry over to the front door.Except I forgot to take my oven mitts off, so there’s a bit of an awkward struggle with the doorknob before I finally just whip the mitts off and pull the door open.
“Hey.”Kru’s effortless smile immediately woos me.He’s in his standard dark Henley and black cargo work pants, the attire he wears when he’s not in his black chef’s coat.
“Kiss me,” I say, and he’s closing the distance between us before I’m even done saying the words.He scoops me up into his strong arms, hoisting me so that my legs close around him.I giggle through the kiss.I feel so safe and secure in his arms, I never want to leave them.The door swings shut behind us as he walks into the house.He props me on the kitchen island, taking a step back to admire me, squeezing my thighs.
“Mmm.Now this is the best lunch break.”He dives back in for another kiss, our tongues meeting in the middle.We make out, hot and heavy, until my timer goes off.The lasagna is done.I gasp, sidling out from underneath him to open the oven.I slip on the mitts before I pull the big casserole dish out of the oven.It looks perfect.Kru lets out a low whistle as I place it on the stovetop.
“So that’s how you wanted to make it up to me?”he asks.
I swat his arm.“This is for my mom when she gets home.I want her to have all her meals taken care of for the next week.”
“Sweet of you.”He presses a kiss to my temple.
“Yourgift is right here.”I sling my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his.“I realize now that this may be slightly underwhelming, but my body is yours.”
“Mmm.I’ve never heard sexier words.”His lips are on mine again, and we’re kissing long, slow, deep.These kisses have my head spinning and my pulse racing.I’m back on the countertop, his body filling the space between my legs.The thick ridge of his arousal presses against my inner thigh, sending desire skating beneath my skin.
“You done cooking for now?”he asks, sounding drugged.His gaze is stuck on my lips.“We need to take this party elsewhere.”
“Mm-hmm.”I can’t form words.“Mmm.”
He hoists me into his arms again, carrying me out of the kitchen and deeper into the house.When we pass through the living room, I wriggle my hips.
“Here,” I gasp out.“I can’t wait.”
Kru gently lowers me onto the couch and then tears his Henley off.My gaze trips over his muscled chest, the dark hair scattered across his pecs and down the center of his belly.I reach for him, bringing him down on top of me.The warmth of his body is a welcome balm; every cell inside me sighs with relief.
Shit.Is that normal for a new relationship?To feel this head-spinny?I’ll think about that later—right now, this chef god is showering me with kisses, head moving lower to lavish attention over the pink lace of my bra, which he exposed by pushing my sweater up.
I grind up against him, desperate for more friction, more contact.A rough groan erupts from him as he matches my movements.
“Fuck, Piper.You weren’t kidding.”
“I need you inside me,” I whisper into his ear.“Please, Kru.Now.”
He pulls the lace bra down, covering my nipple with his tongue then closing his lips around the rosy bud.I squirm against him as he does it again and then moves to the other side.He sits back, pulling me up so he can gently remove the sweater and then my bra, no knives needed this time since it’s a front clasp.He revisits each nipple and then kisses his way down my belly to the waistband of my leggings.He nuzzles in between my legs, looking up at me with heat in his gaze.
“Late lunch,” he says with a cocksure smile.
I’m so focused on him I barely notice the slam.
The heavy thuds across the floor, followed by three words that slice through my body from head to toe:
“What the fuck?”
It’s Griffin.
But that doesn’t make sense.I can’t even begin to pair his voice with the fact that Kru is on top of me until I see a huge hand fly through the air.
Everything happens in a blur after that.One moment Kru's between my thighs, the next he's being hauled off me by a furious Griffin.I scramble to cover myself, grabbing my discarded sweater as Kru is pushed to the floor.
Griff heads for Kru, who scrambles to his feet.
“Get the fuck off of my sister!”he bellows.I’ve never heard him so angry.I’m struggling to get my bra fastened as I watch Griffin close the gap between them in two powerful steps.
Kru holds up his hands.“It’s not what you think—”
