I started to cook a meal for us when he came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I melted into his embrace like we’d been doing this all our lives. I never thought that the moment I met him I would lose my heart. I’d thought of him sexually for a long time now, but it was more than that. Dexter’s persona captivated me as much as his looks. Quite possibly, he had to be the most handsome man in the world.
“This feels so right, Elena. I hope you feel it too.” I heard the worry in his voice. The vulnerability was clear and needed to be addressed, so I gave him some reassurance.
I pressed back into his erection that covered the length of my ass and lower back trying not to think about what that thing could do to my little girly bits. “You know I can feel it.” I was blushing because it was the boldest thing I’d ever said to a man.
I swallowed hard when his hands gripped my waist tighter, his cock digging deeper against my skin. My head tilted back in response and gave him access to my neck which he didn’t hesitate to claim. I felt the bruising pressure of his tongue and lips marking my flesh. I knew why he was doing it too. It was just like when we were walking. He wanted everyone that saw me to know I was taken, and I so was. Everything, from the way he looks at me, says my name like an oath, his touch and kisses sent me into a spiral of mushy gushy mess. I wanted to stay like this forever, but I knew that we would never work. He had family that I was certain would hate me.
“Good. Now next time you see Michael Cole, he’ll know you belong to me because you do. Nothing is going to change that.” It sounded like a warning, but he had no idea that I wanted him so much that it didn’t matter. Chain me to you, I thought pleadingly. The way he made me feel was so special that I wanted to let him take my virginity tonight. I blushed again just thinking about it.
Trying to get some semblance of sanity back, I informed him, “Um…dinner’s ready.”
“I want dessert, but I’m going to wait until it’s served.” What a gentleman. I licked my lips while preparing our meals all the while thinking he was getting dessert sooner than he thought.
“Waiting only makes it better.” I turned to him after putting the meat and steamed veggies on our plates.
“Honey, anything that tastes of you will be satisfying.” He smiled at me before taking our plates to the table. I watched him walk away with his broad shoulders and tight round bottom. I never thought a man’s ass was biteable, but I felt like sinking my teeth into those juicy buns. Man, I was going to wear my lips out if I kept licking and biting them. Taking my eyes from his ass, I followed him into the other room shaking my head.
We sat down and started eating. The moment the steak hit his mouth, he moaned. I wanted to come on the spot.
“Elena, damn, you can cook,” he praised, looking at me like I was a treasure.
“Thanks. My foster parents didn’t have that much money for ordering out and stuff like that so when I was old enough, I was taught to cook.” I blushed again making my pale face almost as bright as my hair.
“I wished I’d known about you. I would have at least set you up comfortably. No matter what your father did, it wasn’t your fault.” So he doesn’t know about the trust then. Huh? I found all of this strange. Who set up the fund?
“Who took care of you after your parents…died?”
“My uncle. Although, I wouldn’t call it taking care of. It was more like he took care of the family money and I was left to caregivers, doctors, and everything that came with my injuries until I took my company back when I was eighteen.”
“At eighteen? I can barely decide what to wear let alone be in charge of everything.”
“I wanted to have my father’s legacy live on. I wanted to prove that I could carry on.” Damn, the burn of my father’s disgrace felt even worse now. I was surprised that Dexter could even look at me without feeling rage.
“Thank you for not hating me.”
It was his turn to look at me like I was insane. “Hate you, woman. I could never hate you. I’m trying not to fall madly in love with you—until you’re ready for it.”
“Please. That’s bullshit.” I rolled my eyes. Did he play that way with all the women? With that wicked smile, I knew it would work.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s bullshit. I fell in love with you from the first moment our hands touched. I knew you would be the one to rescue me from the pain of the past.” I gasped at his words because they were too good to be true. We don’t really have anything besides our pain in common. He came from a family that loved and tried to do right by him. My family didn’t care.