FlAvor

Chapter 16

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

I could barely keep still as I ate dinner across from Blaine in the dining room. He makes this wonderful meal for us, and all I could think about was ripping his pants off. One of my favorite dishes, Baked Ziti, sits in front of me. Yet, Blaine is the only main course I truly want.

I could feel his eyes on me as I try concentrating on eating, though my appetite is barely on the food as it is. But I haven't eaten much today, so I'll need to gain my strength for tonight somehow.

I had taken a quick shower and threw on something that'll be easy to take off. The only type of clothing I'm currently wearing is one of my small t-shirts and, Blaine's preference, lacey underwear in black. His eyes had grew a size when he was setting out our food, not expecting I'd have something like this on. That was good for me, at least that's what I thought. I tried ignoring him so I wouldn't be tempted to jump on him. I really did.

Once he had set the plate of food in front of me, my first mistake was looking at him. His hair was wild and unkempt, as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. The button's on his shirt were unfastened, showing half of his beautiful chest. What stood out to me the most was his lips. Soft yet firm, ready for me to bite.

"Thank you," I had said to him after I finished my ogling.

The corners of his mouth lifted. "You're very welcome, sweetheart." After he had poured us a glass of red wine, I drank a good amount of it to ease the tension.

And that's where we were now, in silence, with the sexual tension steadily rising. Focus, Adrienne. Try for some sort of conversation until dinner is over.

"So, did you come here often when you were a kid?"

His eyebrow rose at the question, but he answered. "Mostly. About every year for the summer when school was over we'd spend a month or so here before going somewhere different."

"Like where?"

"Mainly on the West Coast. A lot of my family lives in California and Oregon."

"That's cool. I'd love to go to California someday," I said, more to myself. The closest I've been to the state was when my parents and I went to Las Vegas. Amazing trip, by the way.

"We can go one of these days, if you'd like." He stroked his bottom lip slowly right after he finished, making my gaze focus on that movement. I swear, he did that on purpose.

"I'd like that." I sip some more of the wine, thinking of other things I'd like to do as well, especially to him.

Blaine gets up from his seat, his plate clear of all of his food. I'm just about half way finished with mine, of course. He paused in front of me, putting two fingers under my chin. "Come upstair when you're ready," he said before putting his plate in the sink. Staring at his retreating back as he walks up, I try to calm my heart down from its quick beating.

I put the rest of my food in the microwave for later. Heaven knows I will need it. Going upstairs, I heard music coming from Blaine's room. Not too loud, but just enough to hear the lyrics.

I enter the semi lit room, but Blaine is nowhere in sight. Looking towards the ground, I notice rose petals scattered all over the floor. Nothing could take off the smile off my face. He's creating the setting for us.

I close my eyes and get in tune with the song playing on Blaine's iPod, moving my body with the beat.

All of a sudden, my back is against Blaine's bare chest as he pushed my hair to one side and placed small kisses my neck. I sink more into him, relishing in the pleasure of his lips on my skin.