“I’m uncomfortable like this.”
“Then turn around.” He helps me turn and straddle him, bringing me in against his chest.
I snuggle down against him as we hear his cell buzzing with a text message. I feel him reach behind him to the table to retrieve it.
He stills slightly with caressing my back, which makes me ask, “Who is it? Is everything okay?”
After a minute he replies, “Just business.”
Why do I get the feeling he isn’t being totally honest with me? Surely he can’t be lying to me, especially after what we’ve just shared.
“Carla, I promise it’s nothing to worry about. Stop over thinking.” Then his stomach growls. “Okay, I think I need a different kind of food now to sustain me through the night’s carnal pleasures.”
Carnal pleasures? What guy says carnal pleasures? Well, apparently mine!
Chapter 32
Sebastian
While I’m tossing the salad to go with the burgers that are presently cooking on the grill, I watch Carla out of the corner of my eye.
She’s damn sexy walking around the kitchen in my shirt, showing most of her legs and, depending on where she stands, her silhouette through the shirt. It’s no wonder my erection is trying to burst from my pants, which are partially fastened.
“Are the burgers nearly ready,” she asks, rubbing her hand up and down my back causing my arousal to hitch up a notch.
I drop the salad tongs, turn around and kiss her. Not just a normal kiss. A kiss that speaks of possession. Gripping her hips, I lift her up and sit her on the counter top stepping between her spread thighs.
Smoothing back the hair covering part of her face, I tell her, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” I kiss her eyelids. “You’re mine.” I grin and kiss her on the nose. “But most of all, you have my heart and I’m yours. Always babe. Always.” Then I seal our mouths together in the sweetest kiss I’ve probably ever given to anyone.
Carla breaks the kiss first and with tears in her eyes, tells me, “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you, Sebastian…but I think the burgers are burning,” she chuckles.
I quickly dash to the grill and remove them before they’re burnt to a crisp, tossing them onto the plate Carla hands me, but not before she has a grope of my ass.
“You like?” I smirk.
“Oh yeah.” She touches me again. “It’s so firm, and round. It makes me want to bite it.”
Fuck! “You need to stop unless you want me to take you on the kitchen floor.”
Moving away from her to try and get myself back in control, which I seem to lose whenever she’s close. I take the burgers and salad to the dining table.
Carla sits in the chair I pull out for her, but not before I see her smirk at the bulge in my pants.
“Behave. Food first…then cream.”
Her eyes go wide when she figures out what I’m referring to, which has me roaring with laughter. She is so easy to tease and so damn adorable with it.
Another thing I love about this woman is her appetite. She’s no lettuce leaf girl. Her burger is loaded with more crap than my own, which is saying something. I’m not even sure she’s going to get her mouth around it. Then again I could be wrong. My mouth hangs open as I watch her stretch her jaw and bite through the damn thing, although she seems to be struggling to chew with her mouth closed so she places the burger back on her plate before covering her mouth and chewing behind her hand.
Meeting my eyes, hers are full of laughter.
“You enjoying that?” I laugh before taking a bite of my own.
“Damn straight. I also didn’t realize how hungry I was until this was in front of me.” She takes another bite, just as big while I’m trying to keep my mind off body parts. Body parts that want in that sexy as sin mouth.
Deciding to follow suit and refuel, I start to shovel my burger in to my mouth without really tasting anything, waiting for Carla to finish hers before I pounce.
“Hmm, this is so good. I can’t remember the last time I had a burger. Ramon prefers pizza and Italian food if we eat out or in for that matter,” she mumbles around another mouth full of food.
She groans in pleasure at the food and my senses go into overdrive. It would be great to have her moaning under me.
Taking a drink of my water, I watch her for a few minutes before telling her, “I’ve never met a woman who enjoys her foods as much as you do,” rather tactlessly.
She freezes and raises an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
Oh Fuck!
“I didn’t mean – I wasn’t getting at – Oh hell.” I stand up and walk around to her chair where I crouch down. “Baby, I love every inch of you and I love the fact that you eat rather than starve. If you starve yourself then these curves I love putting my hands on would disappear.”