Page 261 of Breaking the Rules
The microwave beeps. Even though I motion for him to grab his dinner, he ignores it.
"You think this is too much chocolate?" I ask.
He presses his lips to my neck. "You have that category?"
"True." I pour another handful of chips into the batter. "And fuck you."
"Still don't have condoms."
God, I'm tempted to do something stupid.
Ask him to pull out.
Come on my back or my chest.
Or in my mouth.
Fuck, that's…
It's still tempting as all hell.
But first things first.
"I hear excuses." This time, I finally make my voice teasing.
He plants another kiss on my neck.
Mmm.
"I hear groaning," he murmurs into my skin.
"That was terrible."
"Still hear it."
"Hunter…"
"Yeah?"
"Um…" I reach for something to say. Find nothing. I'm too lost in this. In my head. "Your dinner."
"Aren't we making cupcakes."
"You should eat."
This time, he listens. He steps backward, grabs his lasagna and a fork, shifts onto the counter. "Fuck." He chews. Swallows. "This is amazing."
"What did you expect?"
"I don't know."
I flip him off.
He chuckles.
"I ever cook anything less than amazing?"
"No."
