To His Heart's Content (manxman) Valentine's Short Story

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Evan's Kitchen-------->)

****A/n , dont hate me, I know I left it at a cliff hanger, but you will be rewarded soon, trust me on that. ***

Evan...

 

Taylor walked into my house looking like a Aerocrombie and Fitch model. I held the front door opened for him and he walked past me into the foyer of my home. I got a good whiff of his delicious scent, and the essence of vanilla that unique to him alone had saliva pooling in my mouth just as my blood heated and pooled in my groin. Fuck, this whole evening was going to severely test my willpower. I already wanted to pin the little beauty to the wall and fuck him through the drywall. I wanted to strip him out of all his stylish clothes and taste every inch of his delectable skin. I wanted to see if he smelled just as good all over his sexy ass little body.

I had to clench my fists at myself from reaching for him, and I thanked the Lord that my dress slacks were loose enough to hide my raging hard on trying to gain its freedom behind my zipper.  Instead, I smiled at him and led him towards the kitchen. Taylor gushed about how lovely the room was. He especially liked the six burner gas cook-top was in the island itself along with the oven and the stainless steel hood.  That left the wall space for the restaurant grade refrigerator and the stackable ovens. He was very impressed and to be honest I would love to see him cooking for me in my home.

"Wow, something smells amazing." Taylor replied as he took the seat that I indicated for him to take. I seated him right at the island counter in the middle of my kitchen. He could sip the  chilled glass of white wine and watch me while I added the finishing touches to our meal. I wasn't in the league of gourmet cooking like he and his grandparents seemed to be, but I was very good at simple dishes, like lemon dill salmon with steamed vegetables. I felt his eyes on me as I plated the food. He told me about the changes Ellie made to her order and I just shook my head. The poor thing didn't realize that my flighty sister and her equally indulgent fiance was going to have him ripping his hair put by the time it came for him to actually bake the damned thing.

I found it ironic how nervous I was as I grabbed both of our loaded dinner plates and Taylor trotted behind me with the bottle of wine as I led him towards my formal dining room,  one of the rooms in my house I have never used before this. If it wasn't for Ellie, I wouldn't have had anything of the things I had used tonight to make the room romantic or at least what I hoped was romantic. I had set the table for two, lit some candles in those fancy silver candle holder things, and I even had some white linen napkins rolled up in the little silver holders. Damn, I had even spring for one of those frou frou bouquet of flowers from the supermarket when I was picking up the ingredients for our dinner earlier this evening.

I had barely set the plates down on the table before I felt two slender arms wrap around my waist and Taylor pressed his warm sexy body against mine. I released a sigh of relief as I cuddled him up into my arms and he snuggled closer and rubbed his beautiful face against my pecs. I guess he liked the effort I had put into the making the room pretty for him. "This is really nice, Evan. Thank you." He said confirmingg my thoughts. He leaned away so that he could look up at me with those bright grass green eyes. His pretty pink lips were curved into a sweet smile and I's be damned if I didn't claim them. I needed to feel how soft they are. I wanted plunge my tongue deep into his mouth and savor the taste of him. My hands tightened on his waist as I squeezed his slender form even even closer to me, and I bent my head and claimed that sweet mouth like I have wanted to since he walked through my front door.

The first kiss was a mere brush of a lips against the one another in greeting. I waited patiently until my baby released one of his sweet little sighs against my mouth before I ran the tip of my tongue along the plumpness of his bottom lip. He granted me the entrance I was silently pleading for and I wasted no time as he granted me permission. My tongue pierced through the seam of his soft pretty pink lips and I groaned as his one of a kind flavor burst across my taste-buds. He was sweeter than anything I could have ever imagined, but alas our dinner was waiting for us, and I had promised him to take things slow. It was sheer torture to my libido to release him and hand him down into his chair. I didn''t even bother to try to hide the tenting in the front of my pants. At this point I am sure I could use my turgid flesh to hammer nails through the wall, I was that fucking hard.