Kitchen Affairs (5 page)

“I’m enjoying watching you at the moment.” He smirked making me feel uneasy.
Please just eat and stop looking at me.

“
Well… if you aren’t going to eat it, I will,” I replied playfully. I was a girl who enjoyed eating; especially dessert.

He chuckled in amusement and finally dug into his cheesecake. I could watch that man eat all day long. He acted with such grace, yet he remained powerful.
I could eat him for dessert right now…. Oh my god, Molly, snap out of it.

“So tell me,
Drake…” I slowed my words as I prepared what to say. “Why was it so important to have dinner with me tonight?” I really did want to know, but I wanted to keep the conversation going before I started to undress him with my eyes.

“
Well, to be honest, I saw you across the room at your internship orientation dinner. You wore a dark red V-neck dress with black strappy heels and you had your hair down in waves that just brushed behind your shoulders. You were holding a drink, talking to some other people and in that moment, you looked so beautiful and happy. I knew right then that I needed to know you. Your smile… and your lips…” he responded sincerely. I was shocked at his honesty.
My lips?

“Why didn’t you approach me that night then?” I asked curiously.

“Because I didn’t want to make it a public affair,” he responded quickly as if he’d already been prepared for that question. “But I couldn’t stop watching you.”

“N
ow that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
I can’t believe I just said that, holy shit.

He smiled as if he knew his exa
ct answer. “Get to know you.”

“D
id you ever consider that maybe I didn’t want you to know me?”

“I was hoping my wit and charm would make you feel different,” he bantered.
He knew what he was doing… damn, his charm.

“That doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“Decent point. What is it that you don’t trust?” he asked, though I’m sure he knew.

“For starters, you have a reputation. And not a good one,” I remarked hoping he didn’t ask me to explain.

“Really? Enlighten me. What’s my reputation?” His brows lowered at the accusation.

“
Well, I guess that you’re a ladies man. You juggle several women at once. You charm them, make them fall in love with you, and dump them,” I said embarrassed, but I had to say it.

He laughed at my honest
y and shook his head. “Don’t believe everything you hear. I don’t juggle women... I date them. Unless an agreement has been discussed of being monogamous, I don’t owe anyone anything. Most women just get what they want from me and bail,” he replied hastily. I was shocked.
They bail?

“
Well, I’m sorry. I had you pegged wrong. It must be hard,” I said sincerely, slightly mortified at prejudging him.

“What must be hard?” he asked intrigued.

“Women using you and bailing; not knowing if they are with you for the right reasons.”

He shrugged as if he didn’t want to continue the conversation. Perhaps he’d been hurt too many times or he just didn’t want to show me his sensitive side. However, this side of him
I really liked.
Could he really be this guy? Sweet, charming, and sensitive?
I didn’t want to be naïve.

The waiter returned once again to clear our table
, and refilled our glasses with champagne. I drank three glasses already and started to feel a little bolder and more relaxed. I wanted to get to know Drake, but felt scared at how quick things were progressing. Before dinner, I determined to get this over with, but now I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end.

“Walk with me?” he asked
, reaching for my hand.

“Sure.” I placed my hand in his and stood up to follow him.

He led me to the edge of the balcony where the Chicago view laid right before us. It was exquisite. I could get lost gazing at it, especially besides Drake. He was making light conversation with me and I found myself smiling back at him. Suddenly, I felt the urge to bail. I couldn’t manage my feelings with him being near me. This was all too much.

He was trying so hard to make me comfortable. He led me to the other side of the balcony where the fireplace was and urged me to sit down. I brought the glass to my lips trying to give myself an extra second to think. I was arguing with myself on wanting him and wanting to run.

I needed to break the tension in my head. “I’m sure this is all sorts of rule breaking, wouldn’t you say?” I teased watching his reaction.

“You’re probably right. Are you a ‘by-the-books’ type of person?” he questioned seriously.

“When it comes to getting kicked out of an internship program I’ve worked my ass off to get, then yes, I guess I probably am.” I took another drink, needing to calm myself.

We sat there in silence for a few moments watching the fire crackle and enjoying the crisp breeze. I felt like it was time to get out of this awkward situation. I needed to go home.

“It’s getting late. I should be getting back.” I fought the desire to throw myself at him. He wasn’t anything like I had expected. He made me feel special; a feeling I hadn’t felt in over four years.

He nodded and took my glass from me, ushering me to the door. I felt a wave of sadness overcome me as we walked down the stairs through his door down the hall. Would I get to see him again
? Did I want to see him again?

“Before I for
get,” Drake said before we caught the elevator reaching inside his suit coat. “Your belongings.” He handed me the contents of my wallet of credit cards and my license. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence where it felt like he was trying to resist his next move.
Kiss me. Please kiss me now.

He blinked his eyes and walked to the elevator to push the call butt
on. The door immediately opened, and he grabbed my hand to follow him. We stood in awkward silence as we lowered to the first floor. I wondered if he was going to come with me; secretly I hoped he would.

He led me out the doors to where his limo waited. As his driver opened the door, Drake stopped to kiss my
hand. “It was a pleasure, Molly.” I felt the inside of my thighs tingle at the sound of my name coming from his mouth.

Fucking sexy as all hell.

“Thank you for your generosity. I had an amazing time.” I stared deep into his eyes hoping he could read me. I wanted him bad. I wanted his lips on every inch of me.

I got into the limo, never taking his eyes
off me as he said goodnight and shut the door. It was a disappointing end to the night to say the least, but I knew dating the manager of the hotel I interned at would only cause problems. I knew I should care about that, but deep down I didn’t.

Ahhh….
I slammed my hands into my face.

The limo arrived to my apartment
, and I thanked his driver for the lift. He nodded as if he had a choice in the matter, but either way, it was a nice gesture. I opened the door to pure quietness. Stella and Michael were already in bed for the night, which was probably for the best. I didn’t want Michael hounding me for details just yet. I stumbled into my room and changed into an oversized t-shirt. My head was too busy for me to go to sleep yet, so I went and poured myself a glass of wine.

As I slammed the refrigerator door shut, I heard a quiet knock at my door. Startled, I looked around to see if I had been hearing things.
Who the hell is at my door at this hour?

I placed the glass down on the counter and walked to the door. As I opened it, my eyes met his.
Drake.
He didn’t move. I was just about to ask what he was doing here, when he suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

“Fuck the rules.” He slammed my body against the wall and kissed me passionately letting me know I was his in that very moment. I surrendered and wrapped my arms around him. His stubble brushed against my face as his lips covered me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up off the ground wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt him take one hand
off me and slam the door shut. He started walking, realizing he had no idea where my bedroom was.

“To the right,” I said between breaths as he stumbled through the hall.

He pla
ced me gently against the wall as he stumbled into my room. It was pitch black but I was fully aware of all my clothes sprawled out on the bed. I had tried on six different dresses for dinner and hadn’t put anything back in my closet. My legs were still wrapped around his waist as his lips moved from my mouth down to my neck and collarbone.

God, he smells amazing.

“You are so sweet. You taste amazing.” I moaned as his fingers slipped into my black lacey panties quickly tearing them off me in one smooth motion.

“Oh, Drake… please,” I begged. I wanted him bad. I couldn’t think; I just knew that I wanted him inside me now. He took his hands and gripped my ass as he lifted me up and placed me on the bed. I felt his hand climb up my skin taking my shirt up and off me. I felt him hard against me, ready and willing.

I felt
my heart race as my breathing quickened. Everything that I worried about no longer was an issue. I wanted this man and needed him now. He was the first man since Liam that I couldn’t control myself around.

“Jesus
, Molly,” he moaned as he pressed himself into me, desire taking complete control. I reciprocated a moan to let him know to keep going. I reached for his coat and pushed it off his shoulders and then grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. I explored his body with my hands, touching every inch of his rock hard torso. Clearly, he worked out or had amazing genes. Either way, I definitely appreciated it.

Most definitely.

He pulled back slightly to allow me to unbutton his pants. I yanked them down as far as I could, and pulled him closer to me giving him access to pull them off the rest of the way. He was definitely aroused, pressing very firmly into my skin. I wanted more.

He lifted me up against his chest and reached behind my back to unstrap my bra. He flung it off and in one quick motion took his boxers off. We were completely naked, pressed against one another, moaning of pure pleasure.
More… I need more.

He continued kissing me; tasting me with pure passion as our mouths explored each other. He caressed my body with his large hands, teasing me, making me beg for more. “Drake, please,” I whined into his mouth. “I need you, now.” I felt him smile against my
mouth, as he pressed harder into my skin, letting me know he was teasing me.

“Not yet baby. I want to taste you, feel you, make you mine,” he said
, inhaling as he took my nipple into his mouth. I arched backed giving him access to my breasts as my hands pressed firmly into his hair. I was soaking wet, ready for him to make me his. “You smell amazing, Molly. I have wanted you since the moment I set eyes on you. I’m going to go slow and enjoy every minute of you.”

“God, Drake…” I moaned, unable to finish the words. His touch, his lips, his hands could set me over the edge at any moment. I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. I wanted him in the worse way.
Right now.

Drake lowered his body and continued kissing me below my stomach, tenderly placing his fingers inside me. I was wet and ready for him, urging him in deeper.
I moaned at the pleasure of his fingers inside me while his lips sunk deeper and deeper in me.
Shit, this feels incredible.

“I need you
.” It was becoming unbearable. His fingers sunk deeper and harder into me while his mouth bit my lips. I was going to come any moment. “Oh god, Drake,” I urged him in deeper, arching myself once again.
Yes… God, yes!

Just as I was
ready, he ripped his fingers out and placed his hands under my ass clasping me forwards into his mouth. I trembled as I released into his mouth, moaning his name. I quivered twice before he came up for air.

“That a girl,” he whispered before climbing over me. He edged me closer and placed my hips ag
ainst his. He slowly pushed inside as he kept his eyes glued to mine.
Oh god, he feels amazing… 

As he continued, it made me
greedy for more. My hands slammed against the bed as I squeezed the sheets in my palms. His body rubbed against mine aching in sweaty passion.

“God, Molly…” he moaned
against my ear, unable to complete his words. My whole body quivers against his every move. “You feel amazing, baby.”

“Please, Drake. I need more of you,” I pleaded, wanting him
harder.

“You are so beautiful. I want to take my time with you.” He reached for my face and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips.

Wow… just wow.

“Ahhh Drake… please,” I begged
again as I needed to be released.

“You. Are. So. Sexy. Molly,” he moaned in my ear.
This is absolute torture! Amazing torture…