She bent over, her perfect ass aiming straight at me, as she slid the pan into the oven, and by the time she shut the door, I had a raging hard-on again. My body wanted her constantly, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her, mid-stride, and settling her on my lap. I pushed her legs apart until she straddled me, and she had to realize exactly what I needed from her. Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, I drew her close, aching to taste her lips, but I stopped before we connected.

Kissing was intimate. Kissing usually fucked everything up by bringing feelings into the mix. But hell, she smelled amazing—a mixture of soap and something that was one hundred percent Alex.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding me that she was supposed to be finishing dinner, not sitting on my lap, tempting me to fuck her or do something as asinine as kiss her.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she said, head falling back and eyes drifting shut. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.

She was driving me crazy. I grabbed her hips and pulled her snug against my cock, and the only thing keeping me from fucking her was my own damn clothing. Maybe we should both walk around naked. I rubbed against her, and the rough texture of my jeans created friction on her clit.

She moaned, her head falling to my shoulder, tits smashing against my chest as she clung to me. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“If you tell me why you lied, I’ll make you come so fucking hard, you’ll forget your own name.”

With a shudder, she tangled her hands in my hair, fingers clutching in desperation. “You’re evil,” she groaned. If her touch didn’t feel so good, I would have trapped her hands behind her back.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” I said, my lips brushing her ear. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll put you out of your misery.” I gripped her nape and scraped my teeth across her throat. “But if you keep up this bullshit, you’re gonna learn what the female equivalent of blue balls is.” I rubbed against her again to make my point. She trembled in my arms, and I felt the dampness from her pussy seeping through my jeans.

“You were right the other night,” she said. “I was young and selfish. I couldn’t handle you rejecting me.”