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With a shrug of my shoulders, I admit, “I wanted to see you too and this gives me the perfect excuse.”
“Well,” she grins up at me, “who am I to turn away a man bearing flowers and food?”
When she steps back and opens her door wider for me to enter her apartment, I miss the closeness instantly. I hate it. I follow closely behind her when she heads toward her small kitchen.
The need to be near her all the time is kinda fucking scary, but I don’t think I want it any other way. I should be running the other way, but I’m finding that I only want to be closer to her.
This pull is fucking strange as hell.
Embrace it.
Kimball throws a cheeky smile over her shoulder and my heart starts to pound in my chest. “What kind of food did you get?”
I bark out a laugh and plop the bags down. “Honestly? A little bit of everything since I didn’t know what you like.” I hold the flowers out in front of her and watch as her eyes soften when she looks down at them. “First things first, I’m sorry for totally forgetting to get your number. If I could have kicked my own ass when I realized, I would have.”
Her laugher wraps around me and before I can think too hard, I snag her around the waist and pull her against me. The flowers might not fare well considering they’re trapped between us, but with the way she’s looking up at me, she doesn’t care.
And neither do I.
When she melts into me, again, I spear my fingers into her hair and tilt her head right where I want it to deepen the kiss. I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, and she opens for me immediately. I groan when I taste her.
I’ve been almost feral thinking about the way she tastes since I kissed her last night. My cock is begging me to undress her, find out if she tastes just as good everywhere, and then sink into her slowly. Then fast. Then hard. Then all of it together until we’re a sweating, panting mess.
Her stomach makes a growling sound that has her jerking back and looking up at me with wide, eyes full of embarrassment. Laughter bubbles up in me and the adorable way she glances away while biting her lip tells me she’s trying not to join me. My grip on her tightens and she looks back up at me right before the sound of her giggles mixes with my own amusement.
How can such an innocent sound make me feel so good?
“Come on, Kitten,” I murmur as I gently untangle my fingers from her hair, “lets feed you. Then I’m in desperate need of some cuddles.”
Her eyes move over my body, and she grins. “Yeah, you really look like you’re cuddle deprived. We’ll have to fix that problem.”
Fuck yes.
CHAPTER 12
NATHAN
Kimball finishes the last of the macaroni salad, a satisfied smile on her face as she leans back in the chair at her small dining table for two and pats her belly. I love that she didn’t care about eating in front of me. It’s refreshing as hell.
The last date I went on, which was so long ago, I almost completely forgot about it, the woman I was out with picked at her food, which was only a salad, like she was a rabbit. It was infuriating because the whole time she was eyeing my plate like she was about a second away from spearing something off it and eating it.
She should have just eaten it without a single fuck about being out.
Though, knowing how people can be judgmental assholes, I could understand where she was coming from as well. That’s why I didn’t call her out on it and was more than willing to go our separate ways without a second date. The food thing wasn’t a dealbreaker, the lack of spark or anything between us was.
I didn’t realize I was waiting and watching for Kimball to come into my life. Not until she actually did.
“You look satisfied,” I tease her.
Her satiated smile turns wicked, and my dick takes notice. As if I wasn’t hard enough already. It seems to be a perpetual problem when I’m around my woman.
Being around her is a constant lesson in control. I’m not even a little bit upset about it either.
“I am,” she admits with a sigh. “I could be more satisfied,” she eyes me up and down and I sit up a little straighter in my chair more than ready to carry her away to the nearest bed, “but I think I’m too full to act onthoseneeds right now.”
When she wiggles her eyebrows at me, I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m willing to wait,” I tell her honestly and wink. I stand up and start to clear away the garbage. She makes grabby hand motions as she starts to stand up, but I shake my head. “I got this, Kitten.”
The contented sound she lets out shouldn’t make me feel as good as it does, but there’s no denying the lightness in my steps as I go about cleaning up what remains of our impromptu dinner.