The Stella I Remember

30| Our Story

When Stella asked me to go on this date, I was under the impression that we were going out to dinner. But the instant whiff of Italian food I smelled when I walked in the door told me otherwise.

Shutting the door behind me, I headed to the kitchen to find her. It was funny, actually. Her surprise dinner aside, tonight felt different. As soon as I got that text from her, I knew tonight was special. But that also made me a little nervous. What if she had a bomb to drop on me?

I stopped in the foyer and glanced down at my outfit. I was wearing black slacks and a dark red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up half way. When I told Marcus about this date, he suggested I buy something new to wear instead of my 'same of shit'. So I took his advise and bought this. And some flowers for the woman I loved.

When I finally made it to the kitchen, my eyes landed on Stella immediately. Her back was to me as she hummed to herself and stirred the pasta. Her beautiful dark hair was hanging down her back and I had to resist the urge to walk up behind her and bury my face in it. For now, at least.

"Hey, baby."

She whirled around and smiled wide. Her whole fucking face lit up when she saw me. But that wasn't anything new. Even at Warped Tour when we first connected, her smile was the same. And it has haunted me for twenty years.

"Hey yourself," she murmured, sauntering over to me from behind the counter. "Are these for me?"

I handed her the roses I picked up on my way. She held them to her nose to take in their scent before she looked back up at me.

"These are beautiful, Elliot. Thank you."

My eyes tracked her while she moved around the kitchen. She grabbed a vase from the cabinet, filling it with water before putting the flowers in it. When she removed the apron she was wearing, I sucked in a sharp breath.

"That wasn't in your closet, Stella."

She glanced down at the unbelievably sexy blue cocktail dress before she flashed me a sultry smirk. "Oh this?" She did a spin so I could see all of her. "You like it?"

"Do I like it?" I stalked towards her, my eyes roaming over her face and the curves of her body.

Closing the small distance between us, I placed my hands on either side of her, caging her in as she leaned against the counter. I lowered my head to kiss her neck at the same time I ground my hard dick against her. Her fingers dug into my waist through my dress shirt and pants.

I put my lips to her ear. "Do you feel that, Stella?"

Just in case she didn't know what I was referring to, I pushed my body into hers again.

A deep moan spilled from her lips, making me smile. I pulled my head back so I could look into her passion-filled blue eyes.

"Does that answer your question?"

Stella licked her lips, and when I saw the pink tip of her tongue, my control snapped. I cupped the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine for a deep, searing kiss. She responded to me instantly, tilting her head back as she melted against me.

I wanted to fuck her right here and now. Just lift her up on the counter and be up that fucking dress of hers in a minute. But time wasn't on our side right now with the food on the stove.

I pulled away from her and stroked her bottom lip that was swollen and wet from my kiss. "Your noodles are going to burn, Stella. You better check on them."

It took a few seconds for my words to register. Her eyes went from lustful to panicked.

"Shit!"