One quick taste and I was letting out a satisfying moan. The moment I tasted the pasta, it exploded on my tongue. "Holy shit, that's good." I could totally get used to this woman's cooking.
I set off looking for one more thing.
"Gabi? Do you have any candles?" I called out.
"The drawer to the left of the sink. There are some candles and the holders are in the cabinet underneath."
Finding what I was looking for, I added the candles to the table and finished it off with the flowers I brought.
"Sorry that took longer than I said. Wow, I'd say you've done this a time or two."
I spun around and nearly dropped to the damn floor.
"My God," I whispered while my eyes roamed over the beautiful sight before me.
"Too much?" Gabi asked with a shy smile. All I could do was shake my head.
She wore a black dress that hugged her body in all the right ways. It showed a hint of her breasts, enough to leave me imagining what else was under the dress. And her legs. Holy hell. Those long toned legs were perfect. The red fuck-me shoes finished the whole outfit. Gabi had pulled her hair up and into a sloppy, yet sexy as hell bun.
My chest squeezed, and I found it hard to breathe. If I thought I wanted Gabi before, now I was fighting a goddamn hard-on as well as trying to figure out how to breathe.
"Looks like you've got everything ready. You sit and I'll get the food to the table."
I watched her walk by and all I could think about were those legs wrapped around my body with me buried deep inside her. Nothing but the red shoes on while I pounded into her over and over again.
Jesus. Get a grip, Drivas.
Gabi placed two platters down in the middle of the table, pulling me from my daydream. The pasta and sauce was on one, and the chicken parmigiana was on the other. The large bowl of salad appeared last.
Gabi sat down across from me. "Dig in!" she said with a huge grin.
After taking another bite, I moaned and nodded my head. "This is good. So damn good."
She chuckled. "I'm glad you like it."
"So, how was the rest of your day today?"
Her eyes lit up. "Well, I played around in the kitchen downstairs with a recipe I'm trying to perfect."
I smiled. You could see the excitement in her eyes. "What are you trying to do?"
Her face turned scarlet. "Make macarons."
My brows lifted. "Macarons? Those little colored cakes? They look easy to make."
She laughed. "Yes! Those little colored cakes. They're not as easy as you would think. To get a smooth and shiny shell takes practice and honestly, I suck at it."
Taking another bite, I winked. "I say screw the macarons and give me more of this dish right here."
A smile danced on her lips as she said, "Thank you, Nic."
Before I knew it, dinner was over. Gabi pointed to my wineglass. "Do you not like the wine?" Gabi asked.
"On call tonight, so I'm going easy on it."
She simply nodded then stood. "I should get this cleaned up."
The chair almost knocked backward when I jumped up. "Let me help."
Gabi smiled and we quickly got everything cleaned up and the leftovers put in a to-go container for me.
"I can put some music on and we can finish this wine on the balcony if you'd like."
With a nod, I followed her into the living room. My dick was throbbing as I watched her lean over while picking out something to listen to.
Fucking hell, that ass was perfect. And her tits were begging to be kissed and sucked on.
"Anything in particular you'd like?"
There was no way I could stop myself any longer. Walking over to her, I placed my hands on her hips, causing her to jump.
"There is something I'd like, now that you mention it."
Gabi spun around and looked up at me. She searched my face until our gaze locked. I could get lost in those eyes for hours on end.
"Nic, I'm not the type of girl who falls into bed with a guy I hardly know. I need you to know that."
Lifting my hand, I twirled a piece of her hair with my finger. "I'm not asking to sleep with you, Gabi."
She quirked her brow up.
"Don't get me wrong, I'd love to fuck you, but I'm a patient man."
"Nice," she said with a smirk.
"What I'd really love is for you to fall apart on my fingers. Will you let me make you come, Gabi?"
"Oh my," she whispered as she grabbed onto my upper arms. Leaning in closer, I licked my lips.
"Nic," she gasped as I pulled her closer to me. "I . . . I don't know."
"Tell me you'll let me touch you, Gabi. I want so badly to touch you."