Tainted Black - Williams Shanora - Страница 44

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Theo’s voice strained with the last set of words. His brown irises shimmered, face harder than stone. He sank deeper and deeper, like he couldn’t get deep enough and I clenched around his long, thick member, clamping and shuddering, sighing loudly just as he did.

His lips divided, and I took the opportunity to kiss his partially open mouth, his body quaking until he was empty. He groaned, and his head rolled once before his forehead hit my shoulder, his body sagging as it pinned me to the wall.

“Never get enough,” I heard him say beneath his breath right before he lifted his head and kissed me whole, cradling the frame of my face in his hands. His thumbs stroked the edges of my hair, cock still pulsing deep inside. His beard lightly grazed the outside of my mouth, and a soft whimper escaped me when his head fell again and he straightened. I felt so good—always so good with him.

Finally, he pulled out, placing me on my feet but giving me a swift kiss on my forehead before pulling his pants up and going for the bottle of vodka on the counter. “I’m thinking maybe I should save this for move-in day.” He gripped the bottle.

I smiled, adjusting my dress. “Yeah, I think that might be better.”

I caught the satisfaction on his face before he could turn. I started his way when I was fully situated, but when I was at his side, my stomach growled, and he heard it. My eyes went wide, embarrassment flaming my cheeks as he asked, “Damn, babe? You hungry?”

I nodded, realizing I hadn’t eaten since waking up. I came straight to Theo, not even bothering to at least grab a snack to satisfy the hunger pang I knew I’d feel later. “Just a tad.”

He pulled me in. “Well, I’m gonna have to take care of that too, huh?”

I looked up at him. “How so, Mr. Black?”

He twisted me around in his arms, pressing his chest to mine. With his fingers holding my chin, making sure my eyes were focused only on his, he said, “You forget I cook now. Come on. Gotta take care of my knight in shining armor, right?”

“Um… isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” I tease as he started a slow waltz with me on the open floor, our hands clasped together, eyes lax and glued.

“Maybe so, but I consider you mine.”

A bolt of electricity struck me as he stopped dancing and lifted my right arm in the air to make my body go into a little twirl. He caught me in his arms after the spin, and I grinned like a fat kid with cake.

“Still have those moves, I see.”

“They’ll never die.” He smirked, and when he released me I picked up my keys and followed him out the door, leaving his condo in Remy Place for his home in Primrose.

SEVENTEEN

She wasn’t a picky girl—another thing I loved about her. Janet was the pickiest woman I’d ever known. But Chloe, she vowed to eat whatever I cooked, telling me to surprise her.

Odd, they were complete opposites. Janet could be so uptight I felt it whenever I slapped her ass, but Chloe was so laid back and relaxed. It seemed nearly impossible to make her angry.

I decided to go with what I had planned for myself the next evening—grilled pork chops smothered in mushrooms and creamy mushroom sauce sided with broccoli and brown rice. A lot of protein. She’d be full all night.

I watched as she took her first bite, how her lips slipped off the edges of the fork once the food had consumed her mouth. And she hummed, like it was the tastiest thing she’d ever eaten. She moaned like I was fucking her again. I’m sure my cock would have twitched, but I was way too concerned with her opinion.

“So? Good?” I asked as she cut another slice of pork chop and stuffed it into her mouth.

“Good. Theo—” her head shook a this-is-a-damn-shame kind of headshake—“this is freaking amazing.” She moaned again, but this time, her eyes shut as she absorbed each flavor, most likely the garlic I put in to accompany the onion.

Pleased, I sat next to her, grinning. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Here,” she said, handing me the extra fork beside her. “Eat some, please. I won’t be able to finish it all.”

I shook my head. “It’s all for you. Eat. Enjoy it.”

Her lips twisted, and she put the fork down. After cutting a slice of the pork and smothering it in the sauce, she brought the utensil up to my mouth. “Fine. Then I’ll feed you.”

My upper lip curled up. “Chloe—”

“Nah-uh.” She shook her head. “Here.” Her little devious smile was cute, possibly on the borderline of sexy.

I shook with laughter, playing along. “Alright.” Then, I dropped my chin, allowing her to feed me. She grinned like Isabelle used to when I would finally join her in her tea parties with stuffed pink animals, dry crackers, and of course, no tea.

I chewed the food, pleased with the flavors. “Damn. I did good.”

She laughed, withdrawing the fork. “You seriously did. This is amazing. Really. You’ll have to make it again sometime.”

“Just for you, I will.”

I allowed her to finish eating while I cleaned up, and once she was done, I walked her way, just as she sipped from her glass of water. “I’m pretty sure if I still lived in Primrose, I’d be as fat as a pig.”

I busted out laughing, helping her come to a stand.

“Fat or small, baby, you’d still be beautiful.”

“Yeah right.” She bashfully lowered her gaze.

“No, seriously. You would. And don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. You’re a gorgeous girl with a big heart, Chloe. It… pains me to even think about someone else sweeping you off your feet.”

Her head lifted without my aid, and her eyes bore into mine, on the borderline of tears. I swept my thumb across her nimble chin, half-smiling. “Don’t talk like that.” Her voice was faint. “I…” Her voice broke.

“Chloe,” I murmured. “We can’t deny the truth. It’ll fuck us up if we do. I can’t be the one to ruin your life. I want you happy, whether that’s with or without me.”

I watched her swallow hard, a habit she did when she was upset, nervous, or bothered by something. “You’re right,” she finally said. Then she met my eyes, switching the subject. “Do you think I can stay here tonight?”

“I don’t see why not.”

She was happy with my response, sinking into my arms. I held my knight snug in my arms. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to let this go—end this once it was time for her to leave. The thought of it killed me.

It’d only been a few days, but I’d never had so much fun—never felt this much since Janet. Not even Trixie could provide this amount of comfort, a feeling of overwhelming bliss. This was close to how it was with Janet, just as wonderful. Yes, there were ups and downs, but those could be easily overlooked with her presence.

I was glad she wanted to stay. I led her upstairs, somehow entering my bedroom with her in my arms. I placed her down on the edge of the bed and pulled her dress over her head as she tugged on my belt buckle. Once my pants were gone, I leaned forward as she went back, my hands outside her head, face only inches away from hers.

I heard her breath hitch when she felt my hardened cock between her legs. Then I remembered… this was where I first took her. Right on this bed. Right above her. But unlike that first time, I was actually paying attention now. I wanted to know what she was thinking and how she felt. I wanted to make this time feel like her first all over again.

So I took my time, trailing soft caresses down her body with my lips, the smooth valleys of her skin running by mine. I continued down, meeting at her yellow panties. They were simple, not lacey, stringy, or extravagant. Just simple. Sometimes simplicity worked best, and right now, it was certainly working. It worked for me because it gave me the satisfaction that she wouldn’t expect what was coming. She expected plain vanilla, but I was about to add a scoop of every flavor that ever existed along with a whopping helping of decadent, rich fudge and a cherry to top it off.

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