He went outside onto his deck. It was large too. He had a table and some outdoor chairs there, and a hammock in one corner. He also had a small dock. He’d been planning to try to fish off it, but he had no boat. Yet. Maybe someday. When he had time.
Hearing the doorbell chime, he quickly went inside and crossed to the front of the house to get the door. Opening it, the sight of Jewel once again knocked the breath out of him. She was gorgeous, and so damn curvy. Generous hips, a perfect set of tits, but it was her skin, hair, and eyes that appealed to him most. She had showered and braided her hair. It lay across one shoulder and came down the front like a thick black cord down her chest. It was just like how his mother wore her hair. Very traditional. Jewel looked like an Indian princess with her bronze silky skin. And the curtain of hair when loose, which he hoped he would be able to unbraid later, felt like satin to the touch he remembered. She was wearing black skinny jeans, and a sweater, a dusty rose, and it fell off one shoulder exposing her neck and shoulder to his view. Make up was minimal. She didn’t need it.
“You look amazing.” He welcomed her, opening the door further so she could pass inside.
She glanced around quickly taking in the large space before her. “Thank you,” she murmured, “and your home looks lovely. What a great space.” He watched as her eyes took in his home.
Shrugging, he closed the door and accepted her compliment. “I like it. It’s home. Though I’m not here often enough.” Joseph followed Jewel further into the room allowing her to wander toward the kitchen.
“Whatever you’re making smells great. Garlic,” she pronounced. “What is it?” she murmured appreciatively. “Italian?”
She guessed correctly though the garlic was a dead giveaway. “I hope you like it. I like to cook. I made spaghetti Diablo and garlic bread. A salad too.” He knew he wasn’t a chef, but he’d always enjoyed trying new things and then making those items again at home.
“I love Italian food,” she pronounced. “That sounds great.” She turned then giving him a brilliant smile. Having someone cook for her was a rare treat, and she realized Joseph, by inviting her here had gone to great lengths to impress her.
“Good. I’m glad. Please sit,” he directed her to a place at the table she saw in the corner of the kitchen. It was already set. She didn’t mind that they weren’t eating in the dining room. She would have felt out of place with so few people in the larger setting. The kitchen area was cozy being tucked into the corner. She slipped into the seat he pulled out for her. She nodded appreciatively when she saw the wine already sitting in the glasses. A good red wine needed to breathe.
She lifted her glass as he headed to the kitchen area. “Mmm,” she pronounced. “Cabernet. Perfect.”
She watched as he pulled the garlic bread out of the oven, and arranged several pieces on a plate. He took the salad out of the industrial sized refrigerator and placed it on the counter. He pulled out a bowl, filled it with pasta from the pot on the stove, and then dipping a scoop spoon into his sauce, he poured several large spoonsful onto the spaghetti. From another pot he ladled several scoops of muscles. Steamed. She was impressed. He had gone all out.
“Here. Let me help,” she stated getting up from her seat. But before she could grab the salad bowl and the garlic bread, he grabbed her from behind and twirled her around in his arms. His lips crashed onto hers with no warning. It was heated and demanding, and soon she was grasping his back, clinging to him as his tongue delved into her mouth. She was panting when it ended. When he ended it he didn’t pull back, but instead leaned his head against hers. He gave her a sly mischievous look that promised there was more to come later. “I forgot to say hello.” He breathed.
Letting out a long shaky breath, she replied trying to make it sound casual meanwhile hiding her trembling and unsteady hands behind her. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. “Well hello, there.” Her response got a laugh from him, and then he pulled away enough for her to turn and grab the bowl of salad. This man was good at keeping her unsettled. She never knew what to expect from one moment to the next.
Joseph followed Jewel to the table with the main course enjoying the sight of her ass in those jeans. He was tempted to forget dinner all together. He kissed her when she had gotten near because he hadn’t done it when she came in. He wanted to correct that oversight, and she was so damn hard to resist. He didn’t know how he would make it through the whole meal without another taste. But he would try.
He set the serving dish down, and when she put the napkin delicately in her lap he knew he could wait. She was going to be worth it.