Page 80 of Give Me a Chance
She’s silent for a few minutes.
“What if I want to try?” Her voice breaks the silence, just barely.
“Well, that would make me ecstatic.” I press my mouth to her hair, breathing her in.
“You think so, but I’m pretty sure we won’t work out. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to give you what you need.” Though I revel in her honesty, her insecurities are hurting me. I lift her chin up with my finger.
“I only need you. And if you trust me enough to give me a chance, that’s more than I could have ever wished for.”
She swallows before saying, “OK.”
“OK,” I repeat, pressing a gentle kiss to her soft lips.
“You’ll be the one behind the wheel,” I continue. “I’ll follow your lead, and you’ll tell me if and when you want more.”
She nods in response before smashing her lips to mine. She kisses me with passion, but something more as well, clinging to me like she wants us to become one. In this moment, I know she feels the same way I do, and this kiss and her giving us a chance means more to me than words ever could.
Our tongues explore each other’s mouths for the longest time, but I don’t follow my dick’s lead to get on top and bury myself inside of her. This isn’t the time for that. Instead, I let the kiss fizzle out, leaving us both breathless by the end of it.
“OK, it’s time I feed you.” I get up from the bed. “Want to go watch me do some kitchen magic?”
“Oh, is it gnocchi time?” She teases, and her smile makes my own lips turn up.
“Nope. You have the honor of tasting my second recipe ever—the stir fry.” I bow, making her laugh out loud. Fuck, it feels good.
“Too bad, I wouldn’t have minded watching you roll the gnocchi dough shirtless.” She punches my shoulder playfully, and I pinch her ass, eliciting a squeal.
“Next time, babe.” I wink.
She watches me carefully while I try to follow the recipe to a T, my eyebrows pulled together.
“You really won’t come and help me?” I ask her.
“Nope and that is a favor to you. I don’t want to rob you of the confidence you’ll gain if you do this on your own.”
“So thoughtful of you.” I toss a pointed look her way.
“It’s just who I am.” I love seeing her happy again. I know this isn’t the end of it. I know there’ll always be a part of her that hurts because of that bastard, but I’ll spend my life making sure she has a smile on her face.
The stir fry is quickly done, and we dig into it, both starving.
“Wow. No offense, but this is better than I expected,” she says, swallowing the last fork of her stir fry.
“I guess my instruction following skills are better than my cooking skills.” I smirk.
“I just have a craving for some...” she sits up on the island in front of me, spreading her legs slowly, “...dessert.”
I slide my palms over her thighs, and her breath hitches.
“You sure?” I ask.
“I’m not fragile, Matt. Just guarded.”
“Then I’m craving some dessert, too.”
I move the dishes away and spread her out on the kitchen island. Sliding my baggy clothes off her, I stare at her naked form, entranced by her beauty.
“You need a recipe?” she taunts, and I spread her legs wide and land a harsh slap on her pussy. The moan that escapes her is so feral, so dirty, erasing any thoughts of politeness.
