Catch 22 - JJK (21+)

Chapter 27 - Hungry

JUNGKOOK

"Awww.... you're hungry?" Aria asked in response to the loud hangry growls emanating from my stomach.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "I guess I worked up a bit of an appetite earlier."

She blushed, looking at her Apple Watch as she got up from the couch. "I had planned to start dinner around seven before you got here, but um, time kinda got away from me and now it's after eight. I can make something for us really quick."

Aria cooking for me? While wearing that damn next-to-nothing t-shirt of mine, looking like a five course meal herself that I couldn't wait to devour... again?

Domestic and erotic as fuck.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I watched the seductive sway of her hips beneath my shirt until they disappeared behind the kitchen counter. I shook my head, smiling as my imagination took hold.

"Kimchi fried rice okay with you?" She asked  from across the island as she dried her hands after washing them, dragging me away from my dazed thoughts of fucking her on that very island.

"Uh, yeah. It's one of my faves," I replied, thankful for the distraction as I jumped up to join her in the kitchen. Her hands were filled with ingredients she'd taken from the fridge, and I was just in time to give her a hand.

"Thanks," she smiled as I helped her place everything on the counter.

"My pleasure." My voice was low and filled with desire as I caught her waist from behind and wrapped my arms around her. Pressing her body against the counter, I brushed my nose down her neck, across her exposed shoulder and back again, inhaling as I went. Her breathing accelerated as her head fell to one side, allowing me easier access to the other.

"God, I love your sweet, hypnotic scent. It's one of the things I miss most whenever we're apart."

Her eyes fluttered closed, a whispery moan escaping her parted lips when I slipped my hands beneath her shirt and cupped her breasts while feathering kisses along the same path as before. My lascivious assault seemed to be making it impossible for her to peel the onion she was preparing to chop on the cutting board.

"Mmm... if you plan on eating anytime soon, Mr. Jeon, I suggest you behave yourself," she warned in her cute little half Dr. Taylor, half Aria tone before turning and kissing my lips over her shoulder.

I honestly didn't know which I was hungrier for, Aria or the damn food, but the pangs in my stomach convinced me that a refuel before round two wasn't a bad idea. With a defeated sigh, I stole another kiss and released her.

"Okay, fine. Is there anything I can help with?"

"Would you mind grabbing my iron skillet? It's in that cabinet right there." She pointed and then called out to the little white speaker on the counter. "Hey Siri... shuffle my 'Good Vibes' playlist!"

The music played, and despite the fact that Aria looked like a new born fawn as she danced around the kitchen, we had a blast cooking dinner together. I'd actually found her dance skills, or lack thereof, endearing... and for some reason, arousing. When we were done in the kitchen, we settled into our cozy little spot on the living room floor.

"So are you excited about having some time away from school over the next few weeks?" Aria asked as she poured us both some ice water from a glass pitcher.