Chapter 138

She opened her eyes languidly and blinked slowly at him. It was his turn to groan as he took the bowl from her hands, plunking it unceremoniously on the bench and dragging her body against his. She was so short that he had to practically bend double, but he did it anyway and captured her lips in a rough kiss. None of the softness and tentativeness from his previous kisses was evident as he devoured her hungrily. He’d been wound so tight while away from her that he couldn’t control himself. He wanted her, he needed her and the rest of the world be damned. And she gave as good as she got. She melted into him, grabbing the lapels of his suit and pulling him closer. Her tongue invaded his mouth and tangled with his and he tasted cookie dough and wine. He drank her in, breathing in her scent, relishing the feel of her soft body against his and the small mewling noises she made. He needed more, he needed— He wrapped his arms around her arse with a growl and lifted her, plonking her on the be