“Technically, you cook too,” she wisps out with wide eyes.

Starved for her, I glide my thumb along her pussy.

“Please,” she says on a whisper.

“Please what? Beg me for it.” I move a little closer and suck along the soft skin above her collarbone.

“I’ll never beg.”

Her defiance turns me on. But, I didn’t abduct her in the middle of the night so I could have my way with her. As bad as I want her, she’ll have to beg me for it.

She’s a sexy, feisty woman, and I am once again no longer in control. Well, I need to get the control back. Let her know that she isn’t the one I’ve been pining after all these years. That I’ve moved on. And I can fuck her and leave her. And she means nothing to me.

I run my hand down her neck, to the column of her throat, and down the side of her chest, grazing my thumb along her breast.

“I want to make you feel so good, Rhi,” I say.

She doesn’t move as her eyes gaze into mine. My cock throbs, and I’m half-tempted to walk away and finish off the job in the shower.

“What do you want to do to me?” she asks, so innocently.

I’m leery for a moment. Is this another ploy to attempt another escape?

I trace my fingers along her ankles, up to the back of her knees, and then, into the inside of her thighs. She doesn’t move a muscle, just watches.

Her black, lace panties is the icing on the cake for my cock. He’s hard and ready to pound his way deep inside her.

I run my thumb over the panel of her soaked panties and offer her a smile. “Are you wet for me?”

She nods, biting her lower lip, and it drives me insane.

She asks again, “What do you want to do to me?”

I slip my finger past her panties and plunge it deep inside her. So fucking wet. “Everything, Rhiannon. I want to do everything you imagined me doing back then.”

Her eyes glisten with understanding, and she grinds against my hand. “Xavier...” her voice trails off.

“Give me it. Give me everything tonight.”

Her eyes bore into mine as I continue to work her pussy. “Ok.”

She gives me her blessing, and I’m already pulling her panties down her legs. I toss the thin, black lace over my shoulder and smile in appreciation.

In one quick motion, I have her legs spread. Her eyes are wild with lust before she closes them.

“Open your eyes, Rhiannon,” I demand.

I open the freezer next to me and dish out one small ice cube.

Her leg flinches when I bring the cube to touch her inner thigh. “That’s cold.”

“Do you like this?” My fingers trace the cube closer to her hot heat.

She arches her back. “Yeah,” she breathes.

I follow the ice’s path up her leg with my tongue, drinking the wetness from her soft skin. I’d imagined this scenario in my head a million times in the past. I never thought I’d ever be this lucky.

I run the ice cube along her seam and circle her clit.

She moans, loud, and her eyes slam shut. “Xavier, please,” she begs. Ah, there it is.

I crush my mouth over her pussy, warming her skin with my hungry mouth. The ice cube clinks against the steel of the sink when I toss it and continue sucking her.

I enter a finger into her again, she’s so tight, and toy with her clit, sucking it between my teeth.

Her hands fly into my hair, digging into my scalp.

She grinds her body against my face, her pussy wanting more. And I give it to her. But not all just yet. I edge her closer to her orgasm, and then pull back a bit to let the desire build.

I grip her thighs, spreading her legs, and continue eating her in my kitchen as if this whole fucked up situation doesn't exist.

I suck, nibble, and lick my way to her satisfaction. Who knew Rhiannon would have such a little wild streak?

I’m so fucking hard. So turned on. And all I can think about is sinking into her heat.

I pull back, pushing my fingers in deeper.

“Xavier…” she pants, her voice trailing off.

“Do you want me?” I ask.

Her big brown eyes search mine. “Yes. More than anything.”

I plunge even deeper inside her, and she crumbles around me. I kiss her. I kiss her hard and rough. There’s nothing I want more right now.

Her orgasm spirals throughout her body as I suck her tongue into my mouth.

“You feel so good.”

The aftershock of her orgasm slams through her. Tiny tremors clench my fingers. When her body calms, I free her hands and she pushes me away. Regret settles in her eyes, and she scoots off the counter.

“That was probably a bad idea.“

I cross my arms, watching her snatch up her clothes and dress. “Why?”

The irony I'm now asking ‘why’ isn't lost on me.

“Because I care about you.” A feeling I’ve fought for so long spreads through my chest. “I’ve known you my whole life,” she continues. “We were friends once.” She stands with her hand on her hip, eyes on fire.

“We still are,” I say, lifting her over my shoulder and once again carrying her caveman style. This time, to my bedroom.