Page 8 of Chef's Kiss

“Are you sure?” He moves back toward me. His hair, normally pulled away from his face, is messy and sexy, falling over one eye. I’ve never been more sure of anything in the world.

“Uh-huh.” I wag my finger, and he’s on me in a flash. He positions himself between my legs, his tip hovering over my eager opening. I brush his hair away from his face so I can look into his eyes. It’s almost unfair how gorgeous he is. He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose before pressing himself into me.

I try to relax my legs, but the man’s cock stretches me like I’ve never been stretched. I’ve missed this—the good ache. “You okay?” He asks after I let out a gentle grunt.

“I will be. I’ve just never been with someone this big before.”And I never will again, I think to myself. I’ve finally met someone who understands what it’s like to devote your entire life to being in the kitchen. To creating dishes that aren’t just food; they’re an experience. Maybe it’s just his enormous length pressing deeper inside me, but I swear to God I might just be in love.

My fingers grip the sheets as he presses himself all the way inside of me. No one’s ever been this deep. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Liz.” His lips find my neck, and again I erupt in goosebumps. “Perfect.”

I can’t speak. I’m so deep in the throes of pleasure that I’m not even sure this is real. Even as we shift, when I straddle his wide hips and ride him like a bucking fucking bronco, I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure, and I have to wonder if it’s the sex itself or the connection our hearts have made. Maybe it’s a little of both.

I let him take me however he wants. He bends me over and presses me against the wall, and each position feels even better than the last. We end up back on the bed, me on my back. Sweat tickles our bodies as he finally utters the words I’ve been waiting for.

“I’m going to come, baby.”

My tiny bundle of nerves ignite as I find friction. The familiar quaking in my core reaches a peak, and before I know it, we’re coming together. My hands grip his powerful back as he presses himself inside me and releases his seed.

When he’s finished, I pull him down on top of me as he catches his breath. My mind races. I was hoping for a New Year’s Eve kiss tonight; this is not at all what I had expected, but dammit, what a fucking treat.

Cam raises his head and kisses me deeply. It’s enough to make me wet all over again, but he slides up behind me and pulls me close to him. I run my hands up his corded arms, and I’m reminded of the dream I had. This, I have to say, is a much better scenario. Although, I could use a little something to eat…

“That was fun.” Cam’s deep voice breaks the silence.

“Sure was.” It’s funny how I can feel the slightest twinge of embarrassment laying here naked with him versus when his rock-hard length was buried deep inside me.

“We should do it again.” I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t know how to take it. “Why’d you get quiet?”

“Like, what do you mean? Again sometime?”

“No, like again tonight.”

“Oh.” I let out a little laugh, covering my face with the back of my arm. “Definitely.”

“But first…” He pulls himself away from me and heads to the mini-fridge. I prop myself up on my elbow and watch. As Cameron bends down, I’m again reminded of how gigantic he is in comparison to such a tiny little appliance. He’s got a phenomenal ass, too.

Cameron pulls out a bottle of champagne with a big smile on his face. “The bartender gave me a bottle earlier today.” He looks so proud of himself. “And I…” He pulls out a small platter wrapped in plastic. “Snagged this from the kitchen.”

“Cheese and fruit!” I sit up, clapping my hands, not even caring that I’m as naked as I’ll ever get. Cam hands me the plate, which I promptly unwrap as he pulls out two glasses and pops the champagne.

The Camembert, Brie, and Compté look beautiful next to the crackers and grapes. My mouth waters as Cameron hands me a glass of champagne and joins me on the bed.

“Happy New Year, Liz.”

I can’t hide my goofy grin. “Happy New Year, Chef Cameron.”

His smile drops slightly. A serious expression paints his face. “Here’s to many more.”

“I think that’s possible.” We clink glasses and take a sip. The bubbles go straight to my head. All this sex has me a little dehydrated. I reach for a cracker, but Cameron brushes my hand away. “Allow me.”

He spreads the brie across the crispy wafer and brings it to my lips. He watches me as I savor every bite of the creamy, imported cheese. “That’s fucking good.” I cover my mouth so as not to get crumbs on the bed.

“You’re fucking good.” He brushes my hair away from my face, and I’m so glad you walked into my kitchen.

“Me too.” I take in the gorgeous man before me, knowing that this will definitely be the first of many new year’s spent together. Me too.

Epilogue

Liz

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