My Heart's Passion (9 page)

The scent of tomatoes and meaty pasta wafted into the small living room from the kitchen. The normal, delicious scent helped her regain her equilibrium, and gather her nerves tightly under control. Sniffing appreciatively, she smiled as she turned back to her host, nerves fully under control.

“That smells delicious. I didn’t realize you could cook.”

Even though the grin Samuel gave her was half-hearted, it still took her breath away.
Damn the man for being so sexy, I can’t keep on losing my mind every time he looks at me.

“Gramps made sure all four of us could cook. Insisted it was a life skill. That’s my infamous lasagna you smell. A rare treat indeed.”

Chloe smiled. “Well, I am truly appreciative. Let’s eat while we play, hmm?”

She slowly followed him into the small kitchen, prepared to help out in any way. She noticed the two dinner plates already set out with salads, and stood back to watch as Samuel put on oven mitts and withdrew a huge dish of lasagna from the oven. A flick of his wrist turned the gas off, and Chloe stared at the enormous dish.

“I really hope you’re eating most of that. It looks fantastic, but it would take me over a week to get through even half of that.”

Samuel chuckled. “I always make twice as much lasagna as I need. The kids always come over for leftovers—they can scent my lasagna from a mile away—and I, myself, enjoy eating it cold for breakfast or lunch the following day.”

Nodding, Chloe watched as he expertly sliced two large portions, and took the plate he offered her. With cutlery and napkins, she followed him back into the living room where a coffee table had been drawn up with the box of cards sitting in its middle.

She took her seat next to him on the couch, at the other end so they both had room to spread out a little and start their lasagna.

Chloe blew on it a moment, enjoying the fresh, steamy pasta smell. So very fresh from the oven, she knew intellectually it was too hot to eat, but it smelled too good to wait around for.

Blowing as daintily as she could onto the piece on her fork, she finally decided to risk burning her mouth and she took her first bite. Without even meaning to, she closed her eyes in ecstasy as the meat, tomato and parmesan mixed and melted on her tongue.

It was delicious! The pasta was soft but not limp, the tomato sauce accentuated the meaty bolognaise making it seem more hearty and richer. Cheese had been liberally strewn over the top and throughout the meaty sauce so it dripped over the side of the slice and meshed with her salad.

Altogether it was a decadent, delicious slice of lasagna, the best she had ever tasted.

Chloe swiped her tongue out to catch the parmesan as it threatened to drip out of her mouth. Picking up a fresh roll from the basket Samuel had carried over with him from the kitchen, she dunked it unceremoniously into the meaty sauce oozing out the side of her slice of lasagna.

Either Samuel had been given help, or he was the best lasagna maker she had ever met. Considering his pride in the dish, she felt it a fair bet to think he had made it from scratch himself.

After a number of mouthfuls, she managed, “This is fantastic. Is the recipe a family secret, or can you teach me it later?”

Samuel smiled. “It’s not exactly a secret, but it’s not written down, either. I can jot it down for you and try to show you another time.”

That said, they both dug back into their respective plates. All too soon she was full to bursting and had to sit back, placing her hand on her belly.

“If I eat another bite I’m going to explode, but it’s just so good I’m not sure I can help myself!”

Samuel was mopping up the last of his meat sauce with a crust of bread. He glanced up with a smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, do! It was fantastic. I really want to eat more—but I’ll never be able to move again.”

Samuel swiped at the last of his sauce, and popped the crust into his mouth, chewing on it. Gallantly, he picked up her plate and, along with his own, carried them through into the kitchen where she heard the water running.

“Leave the dishes,” she called out. “I’ll do them after we let this meal settle down.”

In an instant she heard the water shut off. He came back through the door.

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse. I just wanted to rinse them before the sauce dries on the plates. Personally, I hate doing dishes.”

Chloe grinned. “I don’t mind cooking, but I don’t do it too often anymore, living alone. I usually prefer washing up after a really good meal. I just don’t think I’m capable of moving yet.”

Samuel grinned and sat on the opposite end of the couch. Bending forward, he brought the box of cards over to the edge of the table, so they both could reach into it easily. Chloe made herself comfortable, half turned towards Samuel on the couch.

“
Sha
ll we start, little girl? Now that we’ve both been fed, we can concentrate on other matters rather than our empty bellies.”

The grin he shot her was huge and sexy. “Ladies first,” he insisted, offering her the box of cards as if it were the Holy Grail, or Pandora’s box of sin and temptation.

Shooting him a cheeky grin, she smiled brightly. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”

Being careful to select a green-edged card, she withdrew one at random and eagerly sat back to see how the evening would begin.

Chapter Twelve

Samuel watched with growing lust and uncertainty as Chloe read and then reread her card. She seemed faintly shocked, but he could scent her lust and desire seeping from her very pores.

She smelled delicious to him. Fresh as the wind, yet with the faintly flowery, feminine scent that was sweet and uniquely hers. Overriding all these scents was the salty tang of her lust and cream.

He
so
wanted to spread her legs and taste her. It was a burning in his gut, an ache in his loins, and the fiercest craving he’d ever had, all wrapped up into the one package.

The pause dragged out until he could feel the pulse beat in his head and echo down in his cock. If she didn’t talk soon he’d go mad, he knew. After an eternity of lustful waiting, she cleared her throat.

“Uh, I’m not sure we can do this one—do you have shot glasses?”

Samuel blinked, startled and slightly confused. “Well, yeah. Why?”

Chloe finally raised her eyes and looked at them. A vortex of emotions swirled therein. He could read lust, excitement and a sparkle of mischief within her dark, deep brown eyes. He felt certain if he stared in their depths long enough he would be able to read her soul.

Without a single word, but with a mischievous, almost impish grin on her face she bent forward, her legs grazing his own much larger ones, and she handed him the small card she held.

He must drink a shot from between her breasts
.

That single, oh-so-simple sentence had his cock so hard and long he feared he would come in his pants. Never, in all his life had he come in his pants. The images, the simple words and the erotic pictures they conjured in his head had his cock fit to bursting.

At this rate he would spew his seed far and wide before even entering Chloe’s lush heat. With an iron will, he pulled his thoughts away from sinking himself balls-deep into Chloe and stood up.

Silently commending himself for his strength of will, he muttered something vaguely along the lines of, “I’ll get the glasses”, and headed off into the kitchen. He needed the moment to splash cold water on his face and regroup anyway.

Pulling his jeans away from his engorged cock, he dared not touch himself for fear he would explode under the pressure.

“Don’t forget something to drink,” Chloe called out from the next room.

Picking up a bottle of vodka from his highest shelf—where much younger, busy and eager little hands couldn’t reach it—he snagged two shot glasses and headed back, determined to keep his control until Chloe was in the same state as himself.

Returning to the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch, Samuel watched with undisguised desire as Chloe unbuttoned the top of her shirt. She bent forward to the table and poured half a glass full of the vodka, then carefully arranged the shot glass within her cleavage.

Grinning, she gingerly withdrew her hands, slowly, to make sure the glass was firmly entrenched between her beautiful breasts. The silk shirt still hid most of the mounds from his view, but the healthy show of cleavage was all his poor system could currently cope with.

If he could see any more of her silky smooth skin, if her scent was any further in his system, he would pull her down, tear the clothes from her sweet body and fuck her wildly until they both screamed and collapsed from exhaustion.

“Okay, you can go for it now, just be careful not to spill too much. I have a feeling spilled vodka on skin will become rather sticky.”

Nodding curtly, not trusting his voice to do anything but growl in sexual hunger, he held her waist steady. His hand easily cupped the rounded flesh, the sensation of palming her skin, even through the thin fabric of her shirt, had him incoherent in his lust.

He dipped his head, determined to drink the shot of vodka and leave her be.

His head bent down, angling between her breasts and he inhaled a pure shot of her scent. It invaded his system like a drug, made him higher than any steroid or amphetamine ever could. He closed his eyes, certain the color in the world just got that much brighter, that much more vivid.

Riding the wave of lust and painful pleasure, Samuel took a moment to gather himself.

Thrusting his tongue in an imitation of what his penis desperately wanted to do, he lapped at the vodka between her perfect breasts.

It was on his second foray he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Both her hesitancy, and her unwillingness to remove her shirt became clear. The knowledge that she was naked under the shirt had his cock hardening even more.

A dozen more laps and Samuel sat back. The vodka ran through his system, energizing him and making him even more lightheaded. Or maybe that was still her scent driving him wild.

Blinking, trying to clear his head, he poured the other shot glass half-full of vodka. Offering it to her, he insisted.

“It’s better we stay on an equal footing if we’re to be drinking. No chance of one of us taking advantage of the other that way.”

Removing the shot glass from between her breasts, Chloe smiled and left her shirt half-unbuttoned. As she swapped her empty glass for the full one he offered, she grinned. The shirt gaped, showing a slice of her delicious breasts.

“Sounds fair to me.”

With one smooth motion she poured the shot down her throat, swallowing the fiery liquid. Samuel gulped, imagining her swallowing his own seed with much the same casualness.

Carefully placing the shot glass on the table, he picked up a new green-edged card and sat back on the couch.

He hoped to hell “
Fuck madly until you are both exhausted
” was an option sometime soon, or he was likely to be a candidate for the funny farm before the night was out.

Chapter Thirteen

Chloe felt the burn of the vodka slide down her throat. She wasn’t a huge fan of the liquid, but there were much worse things to drink. She didn’t think there’d be much drinking going on through the night anyway. Samuel already looked drunk on lust—with luck she could make a move sooner or later and they could release some of the sexual tension crackling in the air.

She watched Samuel’s reaction to the new card. He seemed to think for a few moments, then smile, a very male, self-satisfied smile. He stood up, and walked into the kitchen, saying, “I’ll just be a second,” over his shoulder.

She sat back, curled her legs up underneath her. She pondered for a moment what his card might say. She heard the fridge door open and close, and his rattling around in cupboards.

Growing more and more intrigued, Chloe twisted around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man in the kitchen. Not seeing anything through the small door, she turned back around.

A minute later she heard Samuel crossing back to the couch. He held a banana in his hand.

A banana
?

Chloe resolved if she was to stick it anywhere near her body she would refuse. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.

He handed it to her and she looked suspiciously from it to the man.

“Eat that,” he commanded softly.

Eat it?
Her brain echoed stupidly. After that huge supper? Ahhh…eat it and turn him on, be suggestive, she realized. She swallowed a giggle. This should be fun.

She snuggled into the couch cushions and watched Samuel. She expected him to sit back down, but he simply stood in front of her, almost vibrating with intensity.

“Go on, sit down, Samuel. I’ll make a little show of this for you.”

He stayed there a moment, clearly undecided, then nodded and sat back on the other end of the couch.

Chloe smiled and licked her lips, wetting them for the coming entertainment. She was a tad nervous, but really, it felt a little like “Truth or Dare”. How hard could it be to turn on an already impressively turned-on man? A little nibble and wiggle of the eyebrows and maybe he’d even be coming in his pants.