Exquisite (12 page)

Swallowing and placing her hands in
her lap she straightened up and answered him the way he’d told her, honestly.
“The first kiss, you know? The awkward one. The one where..” she trailed off
abruptly because he’d moved his hand and it was now gently squeezing her bare
knee that was crossed over the other. Looking down at it then back at him she
was mesmerized by his eyes which were now close to incinerating her they were
burning so hot.

“You think our first kiss will be
awkward?”

“Ahhh..” she stammered a little
because he was now stroking circles around her knee cap. “Stop.” she said
softly.

“Stop?” he questioned and stepped
closer until she had to uncross her legs to sit taller. His hard thighs were
now pressed to her bare knees and his fingers were resting lightly on her left
one, but he had
in fact
stopped moving. Licking her lips she once again
looked down at his big hand, then back at him. She watched as a wicked smile
crept onto his face and he leaned in, a mere breath away, then licked his own
lips watching her closely. She swallowed, felt her eyes widen then surprised
herself when a small moan slipped free as his fingers trailed softly onto the
inside of her knee a little higher on her thigh.

“Stop?” he asked again this time
flicking his tongue out to lick across her bottom lip. He didn’t go any further
than that, he just waited, watching her fall apart in his hands. She blinked
her eyes slowly and shook her head.

“What was that?” She shook her head
again then heard a loud buzzing noise. She glanced away for a moment and that
seemed to break the spell.

“That would be dinner.”

Lena watched him stand up straight
and felt the throb of his arousal brush her knee. He gave her a tight smile and
she watched him walk around the bar then push into the kitchen and that’s when
she let out a shaky breath. Okay so she’d wanted the first kiss over with but
she had a feeling she’d been one second away from being devoured.
Saved by
the bell, anyone?

Mason walked over to the timer and
switched it off. Taking a deep breath he ran his hands through his hair and
tried to get himself under control,
what the hell?
He thought as he took
the sauce from the stove then the pasta. She’d asked for a first kiss and he’d
almost flattened her out on top of his bar. The woman made him crazy,
absolutely crazy. One minute she was feisty and confident and the next she was
melting and wide eyed. The combination was driving him insane. He plated their
food and brought it out to the dining room. He noticed she’d moved over and was
seated safely at the table. Grinning at that he moved to place her meal in
front of her. She smiled up at him, back to the shy smile, and thanked him. He
sat down opposite her and grated the cheese over her meal.

“Stop.” she said softly. Looking up
at her he raised an eyebrow then she smiled and shocked him, “This time I mean
it.”

Nodding slowly Mason watched her as
he answered, “I’ll have to remember that.”

She took a bite of her food and
groaned softly. It was such an unexpectedly erotic noise Mason stopped what he
was doing for a moment to enjoy her as she ate her meal. When she noticed he
was watching her she asked, “Why aren’t you eating?”

He shook his head and smiled, “I’m
having too much fun watching you eat.”

“This is delicious.” she took
another mouthful and licked her lips then followed it with a sip of the red
wine. “Seriously, you can cook for me anytime you like.”

“Now that’s an offer I may take you
up on.”

As they finished their meal they
talked about where he’d studied cooking and why he’d decided to become a chef,
small talk to pass the time. She talked about her job and how sometimes it was
difficult but on most days there was something that reminded her why she was
doing it. When they finally finished and had managed to drink a whole bottle of
red and were half way into the second he asked her to come with him into the
kitchen. She followed him back and stopped when he told her to wait by the
large stainless steel bench where there was one large pie dish. She waited
watching him the best she could when he disappeared around the corner. When he
came back he was carrying over his hands a pie base. He put it down in the dish
and molded it in with quick hands. Then he smiled at her and handed her a
knife.

“Ahh, you want me to cook?”

He grinned and one of his dimples
appeared, “Nope I want you to chop.” he turned and moved away again opening the
fridge then bending over, giving her a fine view of his ass, then he
straightened and turned back to her with a bowl full of ripe peaches.

She smiled at him. “Ahh I see.” she
said feeling a lot more relaxed with the wine in her. “This is what the peaches
were all about.”

Nodding he placed the bowl down and
passed her one. Taking it she watched him as he came to stand next to her. He
picked one up and started to peel it. “You have to peel it first.”

Lena set about copying him. The
skin came away easy leaving a sticky mess behind and she watched as he placed
his on the board then started the chop it into precise pieces. She too placed
hers on the board watching him as she tried to copy his quick moves. Once it
was done he reached into the bowl and pulled out another one. By the time they
were finished, there were peeled and diced peaches everywhere and her hands
were a mess. She looked around for the sink. Spotting it behind her she placed
the knife down moving to turn toward it when she felt a warm sticky hand grab
her wrist.

“And where are you going?”

Lena looked over at his smirk and
smiled, “To wash my hands Langley. I’m a mess.”

Very slowly he lifted her hand to
his mouth and licked the end of her ring finger. She froze as he pulled her in
close and sucked the same finger deeper inside his hot mouth. She watched as
her finger disappeared into the hot wet heat then reappeared. Looking up at him
with her mouth slightly parted she stood frozen as he reached up and traced one
of his sticky fingers across her bottom lip. She was about to lick it off when
he shook his head and wrapped one arm around her. Reaching down beside them she
watched as he grabbed a piece of peach and slid it across her bottom lip, then
pushed it slowly inside. She let out a soft sigh as the cool wetness hit her
tongue and slowly chewed it as he watched her. He groaned low in his throat and
pulled her in close to him then leaned down to slowly suck her bottom lip into
his mouth. Lena started to sway a little but it didn’t matter because he was
holding her in his arms as he nibbled and licked his way across her bottom lip.
Moving his head back, she whimpered. She did
not
want him to stop this
time, and actually thought she just might die if he did.

Mason watched her eyes cloud over
and close as he reached down again beside them and picked up another piece of
peach. He lifted it up and painted the left side of her neck with it then
dipped his head down to trace the sweet sticky line from shoulder to ear and
whispered. “Ready for that awkward kiss Lena?”

She didn’t answer right away, as
her head remained tilted to the side, so he bent down and nipped her ear. Her
eyes flew open and he leaned in and sealed his mouth over hers. She was sticky
and sweet and so hot she nearly singed his lips. She groaned and parted her
lips for him when she felt his tongue pressing for entrance. He deepened the
kiss stroking his tongue in against hers and pulling her up tight against him.
He felt her hands land on his waist then burrow in under his shirt to land in a
sticky mess against his stomach. She seemed to like that because she smiled
against his mouth and moaned softly in the back of her throat. Mason took one
hand from her waist and placed it on her neck keeping her still as he licked
her bottom lip then slid his tongue right back inside to rub against hers
again. She pushed her hips in closer to him and he almost lost it when she
started to suck on his tongue. Finally he pulled away breathing hard and looked
down at her. She smelt like vanilla and tasted like peaches and she’d been one
hell of a dessert.

Smiling at him she removed her
hands and whispered softly, “Well. Now that the awkward part is out of the
way.” and just like that Mason knew he’d be going back for seconds.

Lena watched him carefully as he
licked his bottom lip.
Holy shit, that’d been worth the wait.
She’d
never had a first kiss that had been so hot she felt like she’d melted from the
inside out. He still had his hands around her and she could feel him pressed
against her from the waist down, and he was all kinds of hard. All she wanted
to do was grind against him and ease the ache between her legs, but she held
still waiting for a sign from him. She got it when he moved back. Just when she
was about to combust from frustration he took her sticky hand and tugged her
over to the sink. He turned the tap on silently and reached for the hose
attached to the faucet.

“Put your hands in the sink doctor.
I’ll wash them for you.”

His voice sounded like it’d been
scraped against sandpaper and his eyes were dark as he watched her move over to
place her hands in the sink. When the cool water hit her Lena flinched and
looked up at him. The spray had hit off her hands and splashed onto his shirt
plastering the material too his stomach. Her eyes raised to meet his when she
noticed he’d turned the water off. He still held the hose in one hand and she
noticed a mischievous grin tugging on his mouth.

“What?” she asked quickly before
she lost her nerve.

“You look so fucking sexy right
now. Your hair is half falling out, your lips are swollen and your blouse is
all creased and you have peach juice dripping down your neck.”

Lena leaned her right hip against
the sink and looked him over. “You look pretty good yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow and asked
softly, “Just good huh? I must be losing my touch.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You were supposed to be so
blown away by my kiss you thought I was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Smiling at him now with a huge
grin, that was starting to feel natural, she tried for her serious face, and
knew she failed. “Nope that would require something else entirely.”

Mason dropped the hose now with a
loud clunk and took a step toward her. She looked down at his sticky hands.
“Mine are clean, yours are still sticky.”

He held them up and she reached out
then surprised them both by taking one and sucking a finger deep into her
mouth, mimicking his actions from earlier. He groaned low and shut his eyes.
She flicked her gaze up to him to see him run his tongue along his lip.

“If you don’t stop. I can’t promise
I will.”

She dragged her mouth off the top
of his finger with a loud pop then grinned, “Who asked you too?”

Groaning he shut his eyes then
asked again. “You said I was missing a requirement.”

Lena blinked seeming to refocus and
looked him over. “Yeah, to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you’d need to
loose the shirt.”

He looked shocked for a moment then
grinned wide, “Are you trying to get me naked doctor?”

Lena shook her head, “How else will
you get the peach juice off your stomach?”

He stepped back from her then
before she knew it whipped it off over his head. She stood glued to the spot as
he tossed it on the floor. There, not two feet away from her, was the most
amazing body she’d seen. It was tight and ripped from his shoulders to his arms
down to his chiseled abdomen, and Lena could see the juice glistening there and
wanted to drag her tongue all over it. Instead, through sheer determination,
she raised her eyes to meet his as he said softly.

“Now how on earth are you going to
get the juice off your neck Dr O’Donnell?”

He didn’t know what he’d expected
but when she reached down and pulled her shirt out of her skirts waist, to lift
it over her head, his heart nearly stopped. He knew all the blood from every
part of his body was now in his cock and it was pressing so hard against his
pants he was surprised it hadn’t burst free. Here was prickly, Dr Magdalena
fucking O’Donnell, standing in his kitchen in a black tight as shit skirt, red
fuck me heels, a red lace bra that offered her breasts up to him like the ripe
peaches he’d just squeezed all over her, and she’d just tossed her shirt on the
floor.

She took a step over the discarded
tops and stopped when she was an inch away from him. “This is as far as you get
tonight Langley.” she tilted her head up and raised her brow, “Is this second
base?”

“Who gives a shit? It’s fucking
heaven.” with that he raised his hand and traced a finger down the cleavage
he’d been looking at all night. She started to breathe a little deeper so he
bent down and followed the same trail with his tongue.

“Shit.” he heard her whisper as he licked
his way up and over to her neck tasting the peach still on her. She placed her
hands on his naked chest digging her little nails into him and he groaned at
the contact. Reaching behind her with one arm he tugged her forward rubbing
himself up hard against her trying to ease his own ache. She groaned and leaned
up on tiptoes rubbing those amazing fucking breasts against his chest in a
sweet brand of torture.

Slowly he pulled back from her a
little, “Well are you ready for me to get you wet?”

She grinned leaned in and
whispered, “Don’t you mean a little
more
wet.”

And with that hot as hell comment,
he knew he’d met his match.

L
ena woke the next morning and realized last night
was the first time in years she’d not been woken by a nightmare. She almost
felt amazed by it until the guilt swept in and suffocated any other feeling
that was bubbling under the surface. Looking at the picture on her dresser she
saw her sister smiling out at her and her heart clenched tight in her chest.
She hadn’t thought about Carly at all last night. In fact, she hadn’t thought
about anyone except the man in font of her that had set her on fire with a
single look. She stared at the ceiling taking a deep breath in then pushing it
out. Squeezing her eyes shut she flung back the covers and got up. There was no
point in lying in bed feeling bad about her ability to turn off her grief and
enjoy herself. Sure, it’d been what everyone had been telling her to do for
years. However, it was a different story to actually feel yourself consciously
decide to
not
think about a horrible tragedy so you could enjoy
yourself.