Con Artist (Breeding #6)(13)

“Yeah, my nana taught me,” he says, bringing me back to what’s in front of me.

He’s facing the stove and shirtless. Every time his bare back flexes I see the hard muscles move and I itch to touch him. When he reaches to get something in the cabinet next to the stove his gray sweatpants hang lower and I lick my lips. He needs to put some clothes on, but I don’t dare tell him that because he’d get naked just for spite.

“Your nana?” The word sounds silly coming from him. I know what a nana is, but I never knew any of my grandparents growing up. I think my mom has a sister, but she wants nothing to do with my mom and I don’t blame her.

He glances over his shoulder at me. “Yeah, my dad’s mom loves to cook. It’s what we did when I went over there as a kid.” He’s got a smile on his face, but this time it doesn’t have that cockiness to it that I’m used to. In fact, a lot of that has fallen away. Either he’s showing me the real him or he sees the attitude isn’t working on me so he’s switching gears. I don’t want this to be a game with him. I want the real Bennett, even though his past attitude was one of the things that turned me on.

“I can’t cook at all,” I admit. “I’m not sure if I’m tiny because I’m built this way or because I live on quick things I can grab on the go. I don’t have a kitchen as you already saw,” I tease him, wanting to keep things light. “I think I’ve gotten used to not eating much,” I mutter before I realize what I’ve said. The smile drops from his face and his body goes rigid. I’ve reminded the both of us that we come from two different worlds.

“So what are you making?” I rush to say, wanting to change the subject.

I don’t want to talk about my childhood. I’m sure his was filled with happily married parents and, as he said, weekends with his nana teaching him how to cook.

“Pancakes,” he finally answers after staring at me for a moment.

Maybe he can sense I don’t want to get into it and backs off. He tries to smile, but it doesn’t meet his eyes and I look away from him. The kitchen is so fancy I don’t know what half the stuff in here does.

“Do you want whipped cream?” he asks and I nod. “Chocolate chips?”

“Sure. I’ve never had them with chocolate chips before,” I say as I look up at him. He’s moved closer and it’s all I can do to not stare at his naked chest.

“You’re going to start having a lot of things you didn’t have before.” His voice is stern and it sends a warm shiver down my back.

“Like that orgasm? I’m down with that,” I say, smiling.

I put my hands on his bare chest and flex my fingers against him. I didn’t know I had a type, but it’s starting to look like it’s big cocky jerks who have the tendency to be sweet when no one is looking.

He moves into me until he’s bending me over the counter a little to be closer. I open my mouth to be a smartass again, but he kisses me hard and deep until I’m out of breath. I moan and get lost in the kiss. God, he feels so good. My breathing is heavy when he pulls back to look down at me and my lips feel swollen and well used.

“There you are,” he says before touching his lips to mine once more. “Keep coming back to me, little jaguar.” I slide my hands up his chest and round his neck as I wrap my legs around him.

The shirt he put on me rides up and I gasp as my pussy rubs against his bare stomach. He lets out a grunt as I try and grind against him and my clit begs for the friction.

He jerks away from me and my hands fall to the countertop. I want to grab for him but he’s too far away. My nipples feel tight and as needy for his attention as the rest of me.

“Close your legs,” Bennett breathes out and it’s then I notice my legs are over the edge of the counter and parted wide.

His eyes are locked there and his breathing is heavier than my own. His eyes look wild and the hard outline of his cock is clear through his sweatpants. There’s a small wet spot on them and I wonder if he came a little while I tried to steal an orgasm against his chest. It’s in this moment that I see how easily I can hold all the cards. I could get anything I want from him right now and I bet if I put my hand between my legs and started to play with myself he’d be back on me. But when a pained please comes from him I find myself closing my legs.

“I promise I’ll make the ache go away soon enough, but I have to feed you.” He has one hand braced on the counter next to the stove and his knuckles are white with how hard he’s holding it as he fights for control.

“I’m hungry,” I admit, licking my lips. This somehow helps calm him and he nods.

“I have to feed you,” he says again and he pushes away from the counter. I have a feeling he’s talking to himself this time.

I watch as he goes back to cooking and the sweet smell of pancakes and chocolate fills the kitchen.

“You know, I can’t really check your security if you told your men to ignore me.”

I hadn’t broken in last night. I walked right up to the front gate knowing the two guards stationed there had been following me. They parted and I walked right up the long path.

“I didn’t want them touching you. It’s enough they have to look at you,” he says as I watch him flip a pancake.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” I tease.