Follow You (Second Chances Series Book 3)

I could get use to this...

Thursday rolls around and after my shower I throw on some very well worn jeans and a navy sweater. Then right before seven I head to the kitchen and I start to get all the ingredients together for dinner. I hear the doorbell at seven exactly.

When I open the door Abigail is standing on the porch looking beautiful as always. I tell her come in and close the door behind her. She holds up two bottles of wine.

"I brought a bottle of red and a bottle of white because I wasn't sure what you were making."

I take the bottles from her and set them on the table in the entryway.

"I'm making Lobster Fra Diavolo so I think the white will work well. Let me take your coat."

I stand behind her and help her with her coat and when she turns around and faces me I'm once again blown away by her beauty. Her long brown hair is falling straight around her shoulders and down her back. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup and she doesn't need it. Her big hazel eyes naturally stand out on their own. Tonight she's dressed causal and to me she looks even sexier than she did in her gown on New Years. She's wearing jeans and a white tank top with a white sweater over top of it.

I pick up the bottles of wine and head towards the kitchen.

"Follow me. I havent started cooking yet because it doesn't take long. I figured you can keep me company while I make it."

"I can do better than that, I'll help."

I set the bottles on the counter and go to the cabinet to grab wine glasses and the wine opener.

"I'd like that." I poor the wine and hand her a glass. "But now its my turn to ask. Can you actually cook or should I have eaten before you got here?"

She laughs. "I definitely know my way around a kitchen. So you're good."

"Good."

We're standing close to each each and she smells amazing.  Whatever it is that shes wearing has a hint of vanilla and citrus mixed together. She smells absolutely delicious. She's looking up at me through her thick lashes and she's nervously biting on her lip.

I set my wine glass on the counter and take hers from her hands to do the same. I close the distance between us with one step and then I move the hair out of her face with my finger. She makes a purely sexual sound at my touch and that's all it takes for me to lose control. I fist both of my hands in her hair and pull her lips towards mine. Once I taste her it's my turn to let out out a groan. She grabs the front of my sweater and clings to me. She taste like mint and pure sex. As much as I want to take her right now on the counter top I also want to cook for her and get to know her so I resist and pull back just enough so that our lips separate but we're still breathing in each others breath. I rest my forhead against hers and close my eyes to try and compose myself.

"Damn, I tried to be good but I couldn't help myself. Sorry."

"Only apologize if you plan on stopping."

I let out a low laugh.

"Well I did plan to stop. Only because I promised you dinner and I'm trying to be a gentleman."

"It's not like dinner is getting cold, we can always wait to eat after we work up an appetite."

As she's talking her hand moves under my sweater and she starts running her fingernail across my stomach along the top of my jeans.

"You don't have to ask me twice."

I pick her up and she squeals in suprise but she wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss her as I carry her back to my bedroom. Once there I set her back down on the floor and she quickly begins to pull my sweater over my head. Then she kisses my chest and stomach as she begins to undo my belt and then she undoes my pants. She goes to her knees as she pulls my pants and boxers down. Luckily, I didn't bother with shoes and I kick the pants off. I look down and she's still fully clothed as she looks up at me and gives a little smile before taking me into her mouth.