Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 36- July 4th Part 3/4

Thursday, July 4th, 2013

"Do you want to take a real shower now, (Y/N)?" Gordon asks quietly as he continues to twirl my still-wet hair between his fingers while we lay together.

"That'd probably be a good idea..." I murmur as I curl up closer to him, not really wanting to try to use my jellied limbs.

"Might want to hurry, we've been here forty minutes already," he says as he indicates the analog clock on the bedside table with a nod of his head.

Groaning, I try to sit up. My whole body feels satisfied, loose, and uncoordinated. I would much rather take a nap in Gordon's arms than get up and do anything. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind I hear my sensibilities trying to keep me moving. I can't let anyone catch on. Gordon removes his arm from over me and I manage to move to the end of the bed and throw my legs over the side.

"Mind if I join you?" Gordon's voice inquires from beside me. He's propped up his head with his hand, leaning his elbow into the pillow. I never thought I'd get to see him like this. It still feels unreal– even with the evidence of us being together still warming my insides.

"Please do," I say, nodding to him. He smiles widely then sits up on the bed next to my shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and holds my side into him, his face next to my cheek.

"Thank you for this, (Y/N). Thank you for everything," he whispers into my ear and I feel him nibble on my earlobe. It sends tingles down the side of my neck, causing involuntary shudders.

"You're going to get me worked up again!" I feign annoyance as I playfully push him away with the side of my arm.

"You've already done that to me," he rumbles into the side of my neck. I look down and notice his cock beginning to rise.

"We'll never make any progress if we keep it up, Chef," I say, nudging his chest with my elbow.

He huffs exaggeratedly and releases me with a pout.

"You're right, of course. I've had to wait so bloody long to have you, I don't want to have to go back to pretending I don't have feelings for you when we leave this room..." he looks at me with a pained expression that I completely relate to.

"Me either, Gordon. Let's not think about it until we get out of the shower, OK?" I try to placate both of us.

He nods and gets out of bed, lowering his hand to me so that he can pull me up.

I take his hand and he pulls me closer to him, kissing my nose.

Laughing, I stand on my toes to kiss his nose in return. He gives me a boyish grin of happiness before he takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom.

His suite is nicer than the ones for the Hell's Kitchen chefs. The shower has a large fogged glass door with grey stone walls. It looks very expensive. Gordon leans in and turns on the water, then steps in and pulls me with him.

I rinse my hair out and apply some body wash. Gordon washes himself too and I have to fight myself to keep from staring at him with my mouth hanging open. His arms are thick and muscular, his chest is broad and solid and of course, his cock is pretty amazing too.

"Like what you see, love?" He winks as he rinses the soap from his hair.

Blushing, I look down at the floor of the shower and watch the soap bubbles swirl down the drain.

"Of course I do, you're the most amazing man I've ever met..." I say, eyes still firmly looking at the ground.

Gordon wraps one arm around me and pulls me into him, the shower water cascading down both our bodies. He kisses the top of my head as I lean into his chest.