6. Ryan

Anna chokes and almost falls off the stool and I jerk around the counter, my hands catching hers as she flutters hers wildly, coughing.

"I'm fine. Really, I'm fine," she hisses, holding me away from her.

"You don't sound fine."

"Maybe if you didn't say the most outrageous things I wouldn't suck down my own damn spit and almost kill myself," she grumbles, grabbing a glass of water and taking a big sip.

Laughing, I study her. "I don't want to lie to you."

"Next time maybe say it a little more carefully. Or warn me that you're fixing to be outrageous so I don't die."

She clears her throat and grunts. "Why would you say that? We both know that you hated me on sight."

I shake my head. "Nope. Not hate. Lust. Big, massive, fuck-for-days lust."

"Jesus," she mutters under her breath. "You are crazy."

"Nope. Not crazy. Unless it's about you. And believe me when I say that wanting a woman is the last thing that I wanted to do. I just broke up with my fiancé about three months ago. She fucked me over pretty damn good and I promised myself that I was never going to be anything other than a good time for any woman. But as soon as I saw you, I knew that I couldn't do that. I wanted you for more than one night. And then after I went home that night, I had the most wicked dreams about what I'd like to do to your perfect damn body and I woke up and had to beat myself off just to get back to sleep. And then I dreamed about you for the rest of that night. And the next night and the next."

"You just need sex. It's been three months. Apparently you've got a big sex drive."

I smirk and she closes her eyes, sighing deeply.

"I've got a big everything, honey. I'll be happy to show you what I'm working with if you're curious."

"I knew you were going to make me want to hit you."

I laugh and head back around the counter to work on dinner. "Baby, you can do whatever you want to me. You own me, body and soul."

"You can't say that. We barely know each other."

"I know. But that doesn't change the way I feel. I can't stop thinking about you, wanting you."

"If we sleep together you'll change your mind and you'll run like hell. I'm not even that good."

My brows lift, surprised. "Who the hell told you that?"

"The last guy I slept with. The one that told me how to run my life and then pulled the rug out from under me by applying for a job that he knew I was applying for. He got it, of course, since he's a man."

I shake my head. "Anna, don't ever let any man take your light from you. You're a beautiful, sensual woman and you will burn like fire for the right man. He just wasn't the right man."

"You are," she groans and eyes me like I'm crazy.

I don't mind. I grin widely and nod my head. "Now you're getting it, baby. When I touch you, you're gonna catch fire and blaze like the sun."

She studies me and I let her, just smiling at her. "If we sleep together, will you let me alone after that?"

I shake my head. "Baby girl, I'm not going anywhere. I'm in love with you."

"You can't say that, dammit!" Her voice is a screeching wail.

"I'll let you think about it. Let you process it. But the truth is the truth and I'm telling you the truth. I'm in love with you. I'm not going anywhere."

And I turn to making dinner, silent and controlled. I can see her eyes following me around the kitchen as I cook the steaks and potatoes, whipping up my signature Caesar dressing and then plate it all up. But she never says a word.

But as she takes that first bite, she moans and her eyes close. My dick jerks in my pants. "Fuck! Stop making that noise before I fucking lose my mind, Anna."

Her eyes open and her hand covers her mouth, chewing until she swallows it down. "You are too much."

"Absolutely. But you'll love every minute of it."

She groans and goes back to chewing. "If you're actually as good as your ego, I don't know if I can survive it."

"Wanna find out?"

Her head cocks and she eyes me like she doesn't know if I'm serious or not.

"You're not ready for the whole thing, but how bout if I make you feel good tonight."

She gulps and swallows and her eyes are huge as saucers, dark and dilated.

Then she nods and pushes her plate away and I growl and pace around the damn counter again. I need to go to the gym because if this woman doesn't stop it I'm gonna jump the fucker and pull a muscle.

But not before I finally get to taste her sweet honey.

I pick her up off her chair and set her gently on her feet. "Take those pants off. Now."

I can see the fight in her eyes but she doesn't say a word. Just unzips her jeans and slowly slips them down her rounded thighs until I can see her red silk panties.

"Fuck." I wipe my hand across my mouth, sure that I'm salivating because she looks good enough to eat.

"Get the panties off too, sweetheart."

She pauses and I see the unsure look behind her eyes. Then she slides them down and I drop to my knees in front of her, my eyes locked on hers as I touch her.

"Oh my god, you are fucking soaking, baby. You need me, don't you? Need me to take away all that stress and make you feel so good you can't quit smiling."

She nods and her eyes widen, her breath panting out of her as I slip my finger between her sopping wet, puffy folds. I groan at the same time she does and I growl, "Legs. Wider."

I can't even talk in complete sentences. I want her too much. I force myself to concentrate on her. "You smell so damn good, baby."

And then I finally manage to get my face right where I've been dreaming about it for days. My tongue slips between her folds and she trembles, her hands coming down to tug at my hair, the little prick of pain making my dick throb.

"Fuck, so good," I grumble into her pussy, diving in and licking, sucking and nipping at her like she's the best dish on the damn menu.

I close my eyes and drink in her sweetness, lost in her honey and the way her thick thighs feel wrapped around my head. Her fingers drum on my head and she pants breathlessly.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop!" She whines breathlessly. "I'm so close."

"I'm barely getting started. Don't you worry, baby girl. I've got you," I mutter into her soft, sweet skin as I bite her rounded thigh.

"Yes!" She squeals and I feel the flutter of her pussy around my finger where it's driving into her over and over again, scraping along her silky walls. Her juices drip down her thighs and across my tongue like the sweetest nectar.

"That's my girl. Give me all those orgasms. Rip my hair out of my head and squeeze my head between your thighs and just let go, baby!"

She screams and her body tenses, her voice trailing off as she goes taut as a bow string. Then she convulses and wails like a wild thing, her pussy sputtering across my tongue as I lick her puffy folds clean. She twitches again and then I hear her moan and her pussy flutters softly, like even it can't give me any more than she already has.

I sit back on my heels and run my palm across my face, licking my fingers clean. Her wide eyes follow the movement and she whimpers under her breath. She pants and her chest heaves mightily, deeply and boy do I wish I made her take her shirt off because I'd give anything to see her pretty tits right now!

But I stand up and lift her back up onto the stool. "Don't move."

And I stalk out of the room, not even sure where the hell the bathroom is but finding it quickly and grabbing a washcloth to clean her up, while she stares at me the whole time, her mouth gaping like a fish.

"You should eat that before it gets cold, baby girl. You're gonna need to keep your strength up."

And I walk around the counter, shaking my leg out and grasping my dick to move the uncomfortable fucker around. Then I sit down and eat the rest of my steak.

"Doesn't taste nearly as good as you, baby."

And she chokes on a laugh and leans her head down on the table and bursts into noisy laughter.

I smile, happy to see her like this. Relaxed and giddy with her release.

She should be like this every damn day.

And if I have anything to say about it she will be. That's my new life goal.