Page 55 of Mine Forever
“Okay.”
I can’t tear my eyes from his mouth. My mind wanders down memory lane to our camping trip on the beach.
It had been romantic, but he’d said and done some seriously dirty things with that mouth underneath the stars with the waves as our soundtrack.
The memories play like a film reel in my mind, and I have to clench my thighs together to ease the hurts-so-good pain between my legs.
His gaze hasn’t left mine, and it’s gone from sincere to sexy the longer we look at each other.
The food isn’t the only thing sizzling in this kitchen.
I need to break this eye fucking before I lose it.
“I’ll get the plates and silverware ready,” I blurt out, jumping off the stool.
He nods and turns away to stir the food. “It’s just about ready.”
We work together in the kitchen, moving around each other like a dance and yet giving each other enough space that we never get too close.
If I get too close to him for too long, I’ll strip down to my birthday suit and beg him to fuck me on the granite countertops until I forget why I’m here in thefirst place.
With steaming plates full of food and our beers, we move into the informal dining room.
I call it that in my head because the table is much smaller—though it still could seat six grown men with elbow room to spare—than the monstrosity of a table in the separate room off the kitchen.
I’m starving and without thinking about it, I start filling my face with fajitas.
“Oh my God,” I say around a hot bite of food. “This is amazing.” I put my hand over my mouth and swallow. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”
“It’s nice to see you loosen up a bit, Mitchell.” Chase chuckles and opens another beer for each of us.
I make a mental note to drink this one a bit slower. I need to be somewhat sober around this man.
“What do you mean? I know how to loosen up.”
He chews and swallows before speaking like a well-mannered adult. “Oh yeah, of course you do.”
“You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
“What do you do on a Saturday night?”
“Like a regular Saturday night or something special?”
“A regular, run-of-the-mill Saturday night.”
I think back over the past few months. I can’t remember the last time I went out for drinks with my friends.
And the last time I did, my phone was glued to my palm. I have no idea what is going on with their lives.
I blink and then huff. “I’m running a business, Chase. Who has time for recreation?”
“Is that what you’re calling sex now?”
The blush burns my cheeks. “No. I…no,” I stammer.
“I’m running a business too, Eden. But I still find time for…recreation.”
I lift my bottle to drink away the jealousy that burns in my throat. “Yeah, I know. We already talked about that.”
