Enchanted

Chapter Four

"I'm not sure what I would call this dish, but I love it...."

Joe smirked as he watched her slip a noodle into her mouth. She was so cute and so sexy at the same time. Y/N sat at the bar, half-naked in just her panties and his shirt. Anyone else would have been acting weird or awkward, but not her; she was relaxed, comfortable, and confident.

"Well, I can't tell you exactly what it is either. Kymberly, the team's chef, makes it, and it's my favorite thing she does. I called her to get a rundown of how to make it and kind of winged it from there. I will say I think I did a pretty good job recreating it, though."

"That was probably because you had an amazing sous chef." She said to him, reaching for another slice of bread and smearing butter all over it. "This bread is also really fucking good."

"Did all that excitement get your appetite going?"

"Yeah," she laughed, taking a sip of her wine. "And so parched, I'm all worked up."

Joe loved how the wine colored her lips and cheeks; she had a soft rosy flush on her face. He hadn't been in a relationship in a long time, and he knew he shouldn't be thinking about that so soon, it was a first date and all, but she was different. He'd never felt so comfortable around someone. He didn't want to get so ahead of himself; they lived in different states and had hectic schedules, but this was something he could get used to.

"So," she asked, "what's your middle name?"

"Lee." He said.

She flashed him a big smile that made his cheeks warm a little. "You're out of beer," she said as she stood up. Joe also made a move, "hold on; I can get it."

"No, you cooked; sit down, I'll get." She swayed as she stood from the wine. "Oops, I think I stood up to fast."

The sound of her laughter filled his ears as he watched her walk to the fridge; she had long legs and the most gorgeous ass he'd ever seen. He wanted to get his hands back on that ass again.

Y/N leaned into the fridge, bending over, "Do you want the same kind of beer you had?"

"Yea, that's fine, babe." She smiled at the term of endearment.

Y/N's hips swayed back and forth for a minute to the music playing in the background. He could watch her move forever. The way his shirt looked on her, the way her panties rode up the cheeks of her ass, that little fold beneath where his fingers were itching to grab again. His eyes never left hers as she sauntered past the bar, grabbed her wine in the other hand, and collapsed on the couch instead of her previous spot at the bar.

The tension felt thick again.

"Come here." She said.

He got up and walked over to the couch and eyed her long, bare legs. She had pink polish on her toes, her feet cute and perfect, just like the rest of her. She was humming along to the music playing when Joe pressed his lips to the side of her knee.

Y/N got goosebumps at the sudden contact, Joe's lips softly kissing her skin. She giggled. "Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?" She tried to sound more confident than she did; her voice became more breathy than she intended. Nevertheless, his touch was so gentle and lazy that she relaxed more into the couch.

His mouth moved higher, and he took his time responding, looking into her eyes as he did. "Kissing you, Y/N."

Joe smiled against her skin, sucking gently. He was a little drunk; both of them were actually; if he hadn't been, he wasn't sure if he would have chosen to do this so soon.

"Is this..." Y/N said on a moan, "Should we be...first date and all?" As if they hadn't just fucked on the bar before dinner.

He caught her eyes and kissed higher up her thigh, open mouth and wet. He lingered, and Y/N fell apart.