Page 138 of Take My Name
His deep chuckle sends a thrilling shiver down my spine.
“Well…” He lifts me by my ass and my arms wrap around his neck as he sets me down on the other countertop. I almost scold him about lifting me before I remember the restriction timeframe is over. The bruises have faded more, which makes me feel better about him manhandling me. “I’m gonna feed you first. You said you were handlin’dessert, right?”
I snicker, tightening my thighs around his waist and pullinghim closer. “You’re already halfway naked, so let’s skip right to it.” Sliding my fingers underneath his waistband, I lick my lower lip, hoping he takes the bait.
His eyes track the movement before shoving his thumb between my lips. “Suck, baby.”
I gladly do as he says, twirling my tongue around his digit before hollowing my cheeks and sucking on it.
“Fuck, you do that so good. Such a greedy girl.” His whispered groan has my pussy weeping for him to touch me.
As my hand slides deeper in his joggers, I discover he’s not wearing any shorts underneath. My eyes widen with heat as I inch closer to his thickening erection.
“Patience, darlin’.” He removes his thumb before lowering his mouth to mine. “Dinner’s ready.”
My head falls back with a whimper. “I’ve been plenty patient, especially after that little stunt you pulled this afternoon.”
His easygoing grin turns feral, a flash of pride beaming between his eyes. “I’ve waited years for you, Maze. Another thirty minutes won’t kill us.”
Himmaybe. I might actually stroke out from the way he constantly makes my heart race.
Warren helps me off the counter and tells me to go sit at the table, even though I offer to help set it. He catches me staring at his slutty pants, displaying exactly what’s available underneath the fabric, and chuckles.
He brings the food over with two glasses of wine, and I can’t even be disappointed because I’m starving and everything looks so perfect.
Before taking the seat across from me, Warren stands behind my chair and wraps his hand around my throat. Then he tilts my head back and squeezes before claiming my mouth with his.
He licks and sucks my tongue, devouring me like a starved man, and knowing damn well what it’s doing to me.
It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever done.
“Enjoy your dinner, baby.” He presses his lips to my neck and then releases me.
I’m left panting and eager as he sits across from me, a smug smirk planted on his face.
“Tell me about your day,” he says once our plates are filled.
I talk to him about the new book I’m reading and the other events that took place while he was gone, talking to my assistant, taking a long bath, shaving every inch of my body. His fork clanks against the plate when I go into detail about that last part.
“And how was yours?” I ask with amusement. “Did Nicky recover?”
He scoffs. “That little shit tried to use it against me to get more days off. We already put him and his new wife up in one of the domes for the week with the stipulation he came into work each day.”
“You’re makin’ him work during his honeymoon?”
“He only gave me a four-day notice and should be grateful I gave him one week off to go to Mexico. He’ll survive.”
“They probably never left the room anyway.”
“That’s what I said!”
We both laugh, and I remember ours after we got married.
“Would you wanna go on one with me?”
“On a honeymoon?”
“Yeah, like a couples getaway to reconnect. Maybe after I move back?”
