Page 18 of A Very Grumpy Chef

“Yes?”

“That wasn’t a warning.”

“No.” Her lips brush my ear. “It was encouragement.”

That’s the green light I need.

I lift my head and crush my mouth to hers. She meets me with the same desperate hunger, clutching at my shoulders while I drive against her again. The friction is maddening, dulled by two layers of clothing but still enough to have us both panting. Her hands slide beneath my shirt, fingertips dragging over my back and sending heat racing across my skin.

I want more. I want her shirt gone. I want her under me in my bed. I want to find out what other sounds she makes when I put my mouth on every inch of her, but more than any of that, I want to know this isn’t the last time.

The thought hits me hard enough to break through the haze.

I slow enough to look at her, my chest heaving against hers. Coco’s eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.

Tomorrow. I need to see her tomorrow.

I bend to kiss her again, the kiss no less hungry but edged now with something dangerously close to desperation. She clings to me, her body arching into mine as if she hates the idea of this ending as much as I do.

“Tell me I can see you tomorrow before my shift,” I pant against her lips.

“Yes, tomorrow,” she says in a rush, her nose brushing against mine as she nods. “Does that mean you’re done seeing me tonight?”

“I hope not,” I tell her honestly.

Coco pulls back, giving me a sexy smirk, and I almost swallow my tongue. She’s so damn hot. My cock is tenting the front of my pajama pants, and I shake my head as her hand trails down my chest.

“Want to see more of me?” she whispers.

I nod eagerly, pushing her back onto the couch cushions, my body coming down over hers as our lips mold to each other. Her hands tug at my pants, and we both almost roll off the couch trying to strip. It takes all my strength, but I pull away from Coco and push to my feet.

“Where are you going?” she pants.

I smile. “Bedroom. Come on.”

I don’t wait for her. Instead, I bend and scoop her into my arms. She tries to wriggle free as I carry her down the hall and into my room, but I hold her tighter.

She relaxes as I lay her on my bed. I can see her looking around, and I wonder if she notices how bare my place is. It looks like no one lives here, except for maybe the kitchen.

I tug my shirt over my head, and when I let it drop to my feet, I see that I have Coco’s full attention. Her eyes are locked on my chest, and she licks her lips as they follow the trail of hair down, down, down.

“Naked,” I order her.

But she doesn’t move. She watches as I push my pajama pants and boxers down. Then her eyes widen, locked on my hard cock.

“Oh, God,” she chokes out.

I reach down, wrapping my fingers around my length and giving myself a few quick strokes. I’m close to coming, and we haven’t even started yet.

“Coco.” Her bright green eyes shoot to mine. “Strip.” I crawl onto the bed beside her. “Or do you need help?”

Is she having second thoughts?

I’m about to tell her we can stop, that we don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, when she pulls her pajama top over her head and tosses it onto the floor.

My eyes lock onto her tits. I’m mesmerized watching them bounce and jiggle. It isn’t until she reaches for me that I realize she’s removed her pajama pants and underwear.

Her hot skin presses against mine, and I groan low in my throat.