Page 17 of A Very Grumpy Chef

My head falls back against the couch. “Jesus, Coco.”

“What?” she asks innocently, even as she settles over me and rolls her hips.

Pleasure punches through me. My fingers dig into her waist, holding her still before she can do it again.

She looks down at me through lowered lashes, her blonde braid falling over her shoulder. “Is there a problem?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Do I?” She moves again.

“Fuck.”

I surge forward and capture her mouth, kissing away her victorious laugh. My hands slide over her hips and up her back, pulling her tight against my chest as I devour her. There’s nothing careful about it now. Nothing measured or controlled. Just heat and teeth and tongues, the frantic pull of her hands and the desperate need to get closer when there isn’t any space left between us.

Her nails scrape over my scalp, and I shudder.

“Do that again,” I order against her lips.

She does, tugging my hair hard enough to make my cock throb inside my pajama pants. I drag my mouth down her jaw and bury my face against her neck. Her head tips back, giving me access, and I take it. I kiss and suck the sensitive skin beneath her ear while her breath breaks into soft, needy sounds that go straight through me.

“Alec,” she moans.

The way she says my name nearly undoes me.

I grip her hips and turn us, pushing her back into the couch cushions. Her eyes widen, but then her legs immediately wrap around my waist, dragging me down on top of her.

Whatever restraint I had left snaps.

My mouth finds hers again. She arches beneath me, her breasts pressing against my chest as I settle between her thighs. Her pajamas are soft beneath my hands, thin enough that I can feel the heat of her body everywhere we touch.

And we’re touching everywhere.

I rock against her without thinking. Coco gasps into my mouth, her legs tightening around me.

“Too much?” I force myself to ask, even though stopping might actually kill me.

She shakes her head and grips the back of my neck. “Not even close.”

Then she pulls me down and kisses me so fiercely that I forget how to breathe. My hand slides beneath the hem of her shirt. The first touch of her bare skin scorches my palm. I trace the curve of her waist, moving higher until my thumb brushes the edge of her bra.

Coco shivers. “You can touch me,” she pants.

A growl rumbles out of me. “You shouldn’t say things like that when I’m trying to behave.”

“Who asked you to behave?”

I stare down at her. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. Her cheeks are flushed, her golden hair escaping from the braid. She looks wrecked and gorgeous and far too pleased with what she’s doing to me.

“You’re trouble,” I say.

“You like me.”

“Too much,” I agree honestly.

Emotion flickers in her eyes, but it’s gone before I can identify it. She hooks her fingers into my waistband and pulls me closer. I groan as my hard cock presses against her. She rolls her hips beneath me, and sparks shoot down my spine.

I bury my face in her neck, fighting for control. “Coco.”