He laughed, throwing his head back.
Yes, she could handle being alone with him for a few days.
Chapter Four
Daniel started to cut the chicken, and with each inhale he smelled Dawn sitting at the island. She smelled like sweet citrus, addictive and something he wanted to smell over and over again. He washed his hands before walking toward the pantry. Daniel grabbed the spices and noodles he needed to finish off dinner.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked, spreading his ingredients out over the side.
“Sure.”
He passed her over a soda from the fridge. She took the can from his hands. Their fingers touched, and he didn’t want to let her go. Drawing his attention away from her, he started to cook.
“Would you like some help? I love to cook,” she said, standing beside him.
“You love to cook?”
“Yes, and bake but my hips protest a little to that.” She rested a hand on her hip.
Staring down the length of her body, Daniel couldn’t find a single reason to complain about the woman in front of him. She was sex on legs, and he wouldn’t change her for the world.
“You’re perfect, and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.” He reached out to touch her cheek. Cupping her jaw, he ran a thumb over her plump lips. “You’re beautiful, and I don’t give a fuck what others think. You’re perfect.” He leaned in close, brushing his lips against hers.
She gasped but didn’t move away. He looked into her wide gaze as he teased her lips with his tongue.
Neither of them said a word as he slowly slid inside her mouth, meeting her tongue with his. Wrapping his other hand around her waist, he pulled her close to his body, moaning at the feel of her curves next to his. She was perfection in his arms. He never wanted to let her go.
She met his tongue with her own. The danced together, deepening the kiss, Daniel smelled the mating heat coming out of him. He wanted inside her with her pussy blooming beneath him.
He withdrew from her before the mating need took over and he wouldn’t be able to control his actions.
“Why did you stop?” she asked. Her hands were on his shoulders, gripping him.
“If we don’t stop I won’t be able to stop what happens next. I need to claim you, Dawn. You’re my mate even if you don’t like the truth or believe it. There’s only so much I can take before I do something I’ll regret.”
She released his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want to prove to you that we’re mated. I’m not going to do anything to destroy that trust.” His cock protested against the front of his jeans. Fuck, he craved her. All he wanted to do was bend her over the kitchen island and fuck her raw. She was aroused by him, which gave him some pleasure. “Start marinating the meat.”
Dawn grabbed the strips of chicken and added them to a bowl while he started to add the spices to the mix. They laughed as he got most of the spices on her hands rather than the meat. He listened to her laugh, loving the change within her. In Kinkster’s she was always a little withdrawn. Inside his home, she was starting to open up and flourish. If he gave her enough time would she agree to his claiming? There was only so much his wolf could take.
“Right, Chef, I’m rubbing the chicken. What do you need to do?” she asked.
Her eyes glinted with humor. Charmed, he pressed a kiss to her nose then turned back to the stove. He put a pot onto boil adding noodles for their chicken. They started to boil, and he gave them a stir.
Dawn washed her hands, coming to stand beside him while he heated oil. Together, they worked as a team to make food. She added food while he tossed it around with a spoon.
Neither of them spoke, but his gaze caught the sight of her hard, erect nipples. Again, his cock started to pound at the sight. The vision of her naked on his bed wouldn’t leave his mind.
Trust, this is about building trust.
For the next ten minutes they cooked dinner, and the scents of the spicy chicken filled the air. His stomach rumbled with the need to feed.
Sitting next to each other they ate in comfortable silence.
“This is amazing,” she said, twirling some noodles onto her fork. “You know how to cook.”
“You wouldn’t have thought that from my first attempt at spicy chicken noodles. I vomited for three days afterwards.”
She chuckled, covering her mouth as she did. “You’re joking. I don’t believe you.”
“I didn’t cook the chicken properly. I tell you, it was the worst couple of days for me.”
“Okay, I can believe that.” They cleaned away their mess, and he put the spices away. When they were done, he led her out of the kitchen and moved toward the stairs.