Chapter Two
Him
“This kitchen needs a lot of work.” She waves her hand around, encompassing the large space.
Strolling from one side to the other, my fingertips trail along the tile countertop. I can picture what this kitchen is meant to look like. “The good thing is, you have plenty of space, but as it is it’s poorly planned out. You can improve the workflow by moving your sink to the other side. And you need a window above it so you can watch the ocean while you work. If I’m not mistaken, you should have a view from here.” I point at the wall.
She nods. “There is a view from here. I’m fortunate this land elevation is so high. I can see the water from the front and both sides.”
“You definitely need a large island with storage underneath. How do you feel about soapstone counters? They’re considered the original stone countertop in the U.S.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.”
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I do a search for images to show her. “You probably had soapstone in your high school laboratory. They’re really durable. Since it’s naturally non-porous, it never needs to be sealed.” I lean toward her. “Here’s what they look like.”
She edges closer. Sweat beads on my forehead when her shoulder touches mine. Her flowery scent wafts around me. Her tit presses into my arm and a three alarm fire blazes through me. Gritting my teeth tightly together, I hold still as she looks at the pictures on my screen. It’s all I can do not to chuck my phone across the kitchen and capture her mouth with mine.
The sound of sirens blaring abruptly cuts through my fantasy. Glancing around, my head tics from side to side trying to find the source but it stops.
Cora opens her mouth to speak and the sirens wail once more, cutting her off.
“What is that?”
“Someone’s at my door.”
My hand lands on her arm, stopping her from moving away. I raise a brow questioningly. “That’s your doorbell?”
She presses her teeth into her bottom lip and nods sheepishly. “I’m kind of obsessed with things that are quirky.”
I chuckle. From what I’ve seen of this place, her love of all things different is obvious. “Maybe you should go see who’s at your door.”
“Oh, you’re right.” She scurries off without another word.
Smiling to myself, I shake my head. What a pleasant surprise Cora is turning out to be. I had no intention of being here this long, but I find her adorably awkward and sexy as hell. I bet she’s one of those women with a hidden freaky-deaky side that’s just waiting for the right man—me--to bring it out.
Cracking my knuckles in a succession of pops, my mind wanders to how I’d tackle that challenge. There’s plenty of open counter space. And the butcher block table looks solid enough to bend her over.
“Hey, I forgot I ordered lunch.” She beams, holding up a bag from Torchy’s Tacos, a popular takeout shack. I guess she really loves tacos if they make her that happy. She sets the bag down on the table. “I have plenty. Would you like to join me?” Her grin falls and I can only assume she thinks I’m going to refuse.
“Sure. How can I say no to Torchy’s Tacos?” I pull out a chair for her and she sinks down onto the seat. Moving to the other side, I drag the chair from under the table before lowering onto it. “In my younger days, I was a taco eating champion.” She can take that either way she wants. Both are true.
She sets a dozen wrapped tacos on the wooden surface. “And now?” An elegant brow arches above the purple frames as she meets my dark gaze.
“I’ve slowed down a bit as I’ve gotten older.” I rub my hand over my still flat stomach. “It’s harder to stay in shape, so I limit my taco intake.”
“Don’t you think it depends on the kind of taco you’re indulging with?”
Whoa. Wait a minute. Did she just make a pussy reference, or am I way off base?
“All tacos are not created equally,” I husk, leaning my forearms on the table. I want to reach across, pluck her from her seat, and splay her out naked in front of me. Show her how my real taco eating skills apply. But I don’t. She’s not that kind of girl. My imagination is probably getting the best of me. Any innuendo from her I’ve most likely imagined, and she has no idea we’re talking about anything other than actual tacos.
“Here, help yourself. I always buy extra.”
“Thank you. How fortunate for me.”
Her chair scrapes against the wooden floor as she stands. “I have Corona. Would you like one?”
“Yes, please.”
“Lime?”
“No, I’ll pass.” My eyes follow her to the fridge, locking on her ass as she reaches inside for our beers. She straightens, elbowing the door closed and pops the caps off with a magnetized bottle opener before sticking it back on her fridge.
She sets a bottle in front of me and takes her seat. We eat mostly in silence, aside from the crunching of our shells and the humming that accompanies any delicious meal. We share small smiles and wide eyes as we silently communicate just how much we’re enjoying this food.
Balling up the wrappers, I drop them into the empty bag and guzzle down the rest of my Corona.
Cora leans back in her chair, expelling a long sigh. “I don’t think I can eat another bite.” She holds her half eaten taco up toward my face. “Want my taco?”
Snatching it from her hand, I jump from my chair and throw it toward the sink. Gripping her arms, I tug her to her feet. “I need to fucking kiss you. If you’re not on board tell me n—” She rises on her toes, crashing her lips to mine.
I guess she’s okay with this. Hands cupping her face, I take control of steering this ship. My tongue teases the inside of her bottom lip. Her fingernails dig into the skin along the top of my shoulders through my t-shirt, urging me closer.
Gripping her eagerly thrusting hips, I draw her as close as she can get. Not an inch of space resides between us. We’re plastered to each other, tongues thrusting and parrying in a mad duel until I’m hard enough to cut diamonds.
“Need to be naked,” she whispers against my lips. We both react, tugging and yanking at each other's clothes, frantic to be skin to skin. She’s all elbows and knees as she spins one way tugging my shirt half off, and then spins back to drop my pants at my ankles. I might be bruised by the time this is over.
Getting undressed with Cora feels like we’re doing roller derby research.
Gripping under her arms, I lift her until she’s sitting on the table. My hand in the center of her chest guides her down to her back. She shivers when her skin hits the cool wood.
My fingers pluck the button free on her shorts, and the metallic sound of her zipper has my cock straining against my boxer briefs. Then again, he’s been raring to go since I first set eyes on her. Hands hooked on either side of her cutoffs, I drag them from her long legs, leaving Cora in her green matching bra and panties. Fuck me.
Sweeping my fingertips back and forth along her stomach above the soft edge, I tease both of us. I need to see her pink pussy more than I need to draw in my next breath. But this is meant to be a onetime thing, and there’s no way I’m going to rush through this experience.
Dipping my fingers underneath the silk-like material, I slowly peel her panties down, tossing them over my shoulder. Seeing her so wet and eager for me nearly has my legs giving out. I fall into a chair. Clamping onto each of her inner thighs, I yank her lower body, sliding her pussy toward my face. Catching her clit between my lips, my tongue sweeps, whisking back and forth until her head thrashes from side to side.
Cora’s hips buck upward, and I have to tighten my grip on her thighs. Her legs land over my shoulders and I bury my face deeper. Delving along her slit, I groan as her juices flood my mouth. Goddamn she tastes better than I imagined—sweet and salty. The perfect combination.
Hooking two fingers inside her entrance, my mouth slides up to tease her clit once more. Her hands land on either side of my head as she grinds against my tongue and fingers. Besides the sounds of my mouth working her over, her rapid, shallow breaths punctuate the silence.
It only takes a few seconds more before Cora comes. Back arching off the table, she jerks and shakes like she’s possessed and a demon is leaving her body. Rising, I step back. I don’t know if I want to laugh or proudly strut around the kitchen. I think I just performed an exorcism via cunnilingus.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chants, until I want to beat on my chest like a silverback gorilla.
Sitting up, she grips my cock through my boxers, reminding me that all I really want to do is sink inside her tight heat.
A loud whirring catches our attention. Both of us look around as the sound continues.
“What the hell is that?” Cora releases her hold on my dick.
“I don’t know. It sounds like a drone.”
“What if someone’s watching us?” She looks panicked at the thought.
“Why would someone be flying a drone around your house?” Bending over, I tug my clothes back in place, fastening them.
“What are you doing?” she questions.
“I’m going to find out what’s going on.”
“Wait.” She slips from the table. “I’m coming too.” She throws her navy blue tank top back on and slips her shorts on without panties. No panties. I’m still holding out hope that we’re not done yet.
The whirring of the drone stops and the sirens take over, informing us someone’s at the door. Every time there’s a lull, the doorbell gets pressed again. Whoever this is, they’re on her front porch and they’re persistent.
My hand goes to the knob and Cora gives me a nod before I pull the door open.
“Can I help you?” Cora questions in an off-putting tone.
“Hey, I’m Julian, the contractor. Your uncle Fred told me to stop by, so I’ve been getting some images with the drone.”
Oh fuck. Shit’s about to hit the fan now. I'm not sure what to say. I can't exactly tell her that I was here casing the place when she came home.
Yeah well, I know I just broke into your house, lied about who I was, and then had crazy, amazing oral sex with you, but…
She asked me if I was Julian and I just went along with it. I should've bailed, but I didn't, I couldn't. Screw it, after what was the best afternoon of my life, with the hottest woman I've ever laid eyes on, I'll take what's coming.
Before I can even open my mouth, Cora speaks, “Right now doesn’t work for me. I’ll give you a call this week and we can set up another time.” She grips the side of the door, shouting, “Thank you,” before it bangs closed.
I remain silent, frozen in place, waiting to see what Cora’s reaction will be. Will she call the police?
She turns toward me. “I think it’s only fair I know the name of the man who gave me the best orgasm of my life.”
I'm stunned, unable to speak, and unsure of what to say if I could.
Her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders. “You know what? Let’s save the talking for later.” She slowly lowers to her knees, staring up at me the whole time with a smile on her face as her fingers pluck open the button on my jeans. “My turn.”