Page 12 of Toxic

“Iie, iie.” He waves away my thanks. “Eat.” He takes his soup, blowing it to cool it a little before covering it with his gorgeous lips.

I turn my attention to my own food, bringing my spoon to my lips. I blow like he did and the moment I do I’m in heaven. It’s delicious. Never one to be shy to eat my hunger kicks in and I waste no time devouring the savory combinations of clams, mushrooms, and other delicious things I can’t name or be bothered to ask my host. All I know is I love this soup.

When I’m done, I dab the corners of my mouth doing a double take when I see the arrested look on his face. Shoot. Did I break some cardinal rule?

It’s not shock or dismay in his eyes though but appreciation. His mouth quirks a little on the side. He hands me another bowl with rice, opens several containers that smell just as fragrant and lovely as the first, and adds them to small plates in front of me. I think it’s a waste of dishes but who am I to complain when the food is top-tier?

I giggle when he hands me each new item, the calamari edges are crispy and garlicky, the braised vegetables have a tangy sauce I’ve never tried before. “I never liked duck until just now,” I say, humming around the succulent meat that’s been barbecued.

“It’s so good,” I add for emphasis, and he gives me more.

I needn’t worry that I’m outeating him though. This man can put away some food. He eats twice as much as I do and that’s a conservative estimate.

I’m stuffed and we’ve barely made a dent in all the food. “I’m so full,” I tell him, taking a sip of the sparkling water.

“Good, I’ve been worried if you were getting enough to eat with your schedule and the offerings of the campus cafeterias.” Taking up the dishes and shaking his head “no,” when I attempt to help, he adds, “You could’ve been having this all along.”

“The cafeteria has great chefs. We get a lot of variety,” calling after him I pull my robe tighter snuggling into the ultra-deep sofa.

I’m full, close to being sleep drunk when he comes back taking the corner. He stretches his legs out.

“Come here, Tay-chan. I will hold you now,” he says with a quiet intensity that has me climbing over the cushions and settling against his hard chest.

“You smell so delicious.” I breathe against his chest. He smells toe-curling good, like tobacco, flower, citrus, and something almost like cinnamon.

“If you say so,” he scoffs a little, burying his head in my hair. “Now, you smell like my next best meal.”

“Boy, hush.” I giggle but I rub my hand up and down his arm. Then I look up into warm onyx eyes and whisper, “Thank you for picking me up.”

“You’re going to see very soon, little dove I always will. You’re welcome.” He bends his head down. “Give me those beautiful lips.”

I want to tell him he’s the one with the beautiful lips but he’s already kissing me with long intoxicating pulls. My toes are curling now, my insides are clenching. Soon, I’m turning as much as the position will allow so that I can get more of him and give him better access to me.

His arms tighten around me as he angles his mouth over mine taking the kiss deeper. His tongue licks into mine. Not needing to be shown what to do this time I suck on his tongue like he taught me before. He groans rubbing my back in encouragement and praise. My answering whimper has him drawing me higher over his body until we are aligned.

My body is flushed with his. His hardness presses against my pussy and I can’t help my body’s reaction. He feels so good, so hard. He feels like mine.

Slowly he rocks against me, assuaging and intensifying the ache. I’m slick with need. I press kisses along his jaw. His aftershave has me craving more of him. His touch has me ready to beg for the unknown promise his body is tempting me with.

Hands stroke down my back until he’s cupping my bottom pulling me against him. The way he fits against me is perfection. I grind against him.

“Hai, like that little dove. Give me that pussy.” He kisses me in encouragement pulling back to look at my face. I want to bury my face into his chest and neck again.

I feel too open to his assessing gaze, too vulnerable to his demands.

“You’re so beautiful to me.” He pulls me close, taking my lips. “So lovely in every way,” he tells me before dipping his head in my neck and sucking the skin there in strong steady pulls.

“Mine,” he growls low, making me shudder as he rubs against me. I’m so close. I know the feeling, but I’ve never had the feeling with anyone — only alone. I’m scared. What if it’s weird? What if he can tell I never — Would it matter? Is it a turnoff? I’m almost twenty. I never regretted anything more than I do right now.

Figuring I should just do it, I lean further into him. He takes my offering like it’s his just due. Right before he pulls away, he sits up reaching inside his pants to adjust his erection. Before giving me a rueful look.

“I can see your mind working a thousand miles an hour.” He scrubs his face. “I’m sorry. You’ve had a hard day.” Rubbing his hand through his hair, he makes it stand on end.

Reaching out I smooth it down. He grabs my hand kissing my palm. “Will you stay?” His eyes are beseeching me in a way the man can never allow himself to.

“Yes.”

He takes me up the stairs into the bedroom. I’ve never felt this close to the stars except when I was at the observatory in Birmingham Southern College or at the Space Center in Huntsville when my parents took me home on visits.

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