Page 55 of Her Filthy Grump
“That sounds great. Where’s the hamburger meat?” I’ve never done the whole domestic bliss thing with someone I dated.
After I find the meat, I put it in the skillet, and she hands me a spatula. “You cook the meat, and I’ll grab everything else.”
“I can do that.” I take the utensil from her and yank her close. “But first, I want to kiss you again.”
“Who am I to complain about that?”
As I claim her mouth, she places her hands on my chest and rises on her tiptoes. Her breasts press against my chest, and I force myself not to take advantage of what she’s offering.
There’s little doubt I could strip her bare right here and she’d eagerly indulge my fantasies. But it’s been a shitty day, and by the sound of her stomach when we were in the living room, she’s starving.
I pepper her mouth with a couple of sweet kisses, wink, and step back. “Let’s get the food going before I forget I’m a gentleman.”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “What if I want you to be a bad boy?”
“Oh, you’ll get your wish, but first, you’ve got to eat.”
Her bottom lip pokes out. “But….”
“Darlin’, I will worship your sweet body when your stomach isn’t growling. I’m not an animal.”
Her cheeks flood with heat as her eyelashes flutter shut. “Okay.”
The desire to sweep her off her feet and shower her with everything she’s ever wanted while giving her a lifetime of orgasms hits me square in the chest. The air sucks out of the room as I rest my hip on the stove. Am I in love with Layla? How could it happen so fast?
Her eyes flutter open, and I stare speechlessly into her green eyes. She’s beautiful.
Crap. What am I going to do? When my time’s up, I don’t think I can walk away. Hell, I don’t want to walk away. Can I make a home here in Meadow Bay with Layla?
She laughs and twirls on her heel. “You won’t believe Mr. Campos’ story from tonight.”
“Yeah?” I twist on the stove knob and break the meat into smaller pieces for browning.
The refrigerator door opens, and the hum of the appliance kicking on fills the air. “I’ve been taking him places for months. Never thought a thing about it until tonight when he was complaining about me being late.”
“I’m guessing from his comments he took a little blue pill.”
“You’ve got that right.” She giggles, and the sound of glass bottles coming to rest on her counter tells me she’s getting the condiments ready for our meal. The scent of hamburger meat fills the air, leaving my mouth watering.
“Tonight’s hookup was at the nursing home with Evette. She’s a little old lady with blue hair and tight curls. I would have never suspected for one second, they were still having sex at their age.”
I flip the burner’s temperature down a couple of notches, so I don’t burn anything if I happen to get distracted by thoughts of all-night love-making sessions. “Did he make it in time?”
She slices through a tomato and transfers the diced pieces into a bowl. “Despite all his muttering about my lateness, we made it in time.” She grins. “And he was much less judge-y when he came back out.”
“I bet.” I move to the island and grab an onion off the counter. “Does he require your escort services frequently?”
She shudders. “Don’t say that. I’m not sure after I know what he’s doing on these visits that I’ll ever be able to transport him again.”
“It’s sweet.” I grab the knife from her and slice through the ends of the onion.
“Sweet?” She snorts. “Little innocent me driving old people around to get their nut off?”
Laughter wells up in my chest and I drop the onion and knife on the counter. ‘Getting their nut off’ coming from Layla’s mouth is one of the funniest things I’ve heard. “I’m not sure you qualify as innocent now with that dirty mouth of yours.”
She steps to the stove and snaps off the burner. “We can eat later.” Her eyes darken as she stalks toward me. “I can’t concentrate when you’re in here.”
“You want me to go?” My entire body tightens in anticipation. I want her as much as she wants me.