“You look like a master,” she presses a kiss to my chest, peering up at me with an arch in her eyebrow, “in the kitchen” as she presses another kiss, “and of this house.”
“You are trouble,” I mutter, grabbing her so my hands frame her face as I kiss her lips roughly. “You’re more dangerous to me than you realize. I’d do anything for you. Absolutely anything, without care of the consequences or the repercussions. You make me reckless, Halle.”
Her eyes brighten, with a hint of a sparkle to them. She runs her teeth over her bottom lip and it takes all the focus I have left out of me. I want to wrap her in my arms, kiss her and take over biting that lip.
“Mm,” she moans, kissing a path over my chest. She drags her nails over my hips, along the waistband of my pants.
“Have I told you how fucking sexy you look in sweatpants?”
Raising my brow at her, I fold my arms in front of me. Her eyes trail over my chest, over my abs, to take in my pants. “Is that so?”
“You’re like sinful eye candy. You’re lucky I’d let you out of the house wearing those, much less the bedroom.”
She shakes her head, turning to grab two glasses from the cabinet setting them on the counter. She must pick up on my confusion as she turns, closing the distance between us once again.
She’s no more than a couple inches from me when she stops. I feel the heat radiating off her as she looks down between us, before her eyes meet mine once again. Her small hand reaches out, running over my cock, as I suck in a breath.
“Halle,” I respond sternly, warning her.
“I can see the outline of your dick in your pants, Graham,” she replies with the same firm tone. She leans forward, closing the distance between us, but her grip never loosens.
“I’m thirsty,” she says, smiling as she turns and pads over to the fridge just a few feet away.
She’s getting me back after how I played with her.
“Fucking trouble,” I groan.
The pan sizzles behind me forcing my attention away. I curse, seeing the smoke coming from the pan of eggs I had been cooking up until she came in here distracting me.
“Sorry, Master,” she jokes, as she opens the fridge door, grabbing the orange juice.
The eggs are dunzo, so I quickly scrape them off into the garbage and then crack two more in the pan starting over from scratch.
“We’re never going to eat if you keep that up. How about you stay over there for now?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She giggles, pouring a glass of juice as she takes a seat on the counter facing me.
“There’s no fun,” I joke, looking at her legs in her yoga pants. They fit her like a fucking glove, leaving little to the imagination. I remember how great she looked just a few hours ago when she was sitting on the edge of the table. She must realize where my mind has drifted, as I mutter a quiet “fuck” turning my focus back on the eggs.
After a couple minutes go by, I attempt to change the subject. “I was thinking, I need to stop by my mom’s house today to get some yard work done. If you don’t have any plans, I’d love for you to join me. I know she’d be happy to see you too.”
“I thought I was yours all weekend. Tell me where you want me and I’m there.”
Turning to glance over my shoulder, I watch as she bites her lip again as she raises the glass of juice to her mouth. Pausing, I watch the way her throat swallows it down before my eyes find hers again.
When she sets the glass down on the counter, she does little to hide the smirk on her face.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I shake my head as I turn my attention back on the food.
“You’re damn right you are,” I respond, as I mutter “trouble” under my breath. I can hear her muffled laugh behind me, as I smile a grin of my own.
Later that morning, Halle and I stop by her place to feed her cat before we head over to my mom’s. She’s been feeling better over the past week, so she is up doing some things around the house when we get there.
“Well, isn’t this a wonderful surprise. I wasn’t expecting both of you today,” my mom exclaims, turning around from where she stands doing the dishes in the kitchen.
“We thought we’d come over and help you. I was thinking I could make you lunch while Graham gets all dirty outside,” Halle says, pulling my mom in for a hug.
“You are too sweet. You don’t have to do that,” she replies, hugging her back.
“Of course, I don’t have to.” Halle smiles, winking at me. “I want to though. You hungry for anything in particular?”
I smile watching how Halle makes herself at home, sliding up next to my mom as she takes a clean towel off the counter and begins drying off the dishes. I watch them both together as Halle talks to her about some TV show they both are into watching. I’ve heard of it but have no idea what they are talking about as they get into naming all these women at something called a rose ceremony.
I excuse myself as I head out to the shed behind the house and unload the mower. Popping in my ear-buds, I get to work on mowing the yard. The summer sun is blazing, leaving sweat dripping down my forehead. It’s been a while since we’ve had any rain, but I sense a storm will be rolling through soon. The humidity is so thick, the moment you walk out the door it feels like a brick wall of hot air nearly taking your breath away.
“I thought you could use a glass of water,” Halle says a little while later.
Wiping the sweat dripping off my brow, I cut the engine on the weedwhacker. Setting it down in the grass, I turn and take a step closer to her. Chugging the water, I appreciate the bite from the cool liquid as I swallow it down.
“Ahh, that was great. Thank you.” I lean forward to give Halle a kiss.
She tilts her head back, away from me, eyeing the sweat that’s dripping down from my hair onto my chest.
“You’re a little sweaty.” She giggles.
“A little sweat never bothered you before,” I retort, raising my brow. “In fact, just last night you seemed almost enthusiastic over how hard I was working.”
Setting the plastic cup on the railing of the wood deck, I turn toward Halle raising my eyebrows suggestively to her. She knows what’s coming, as she hurries backward in an attempt to flee.
“Oh, now she runs away. Just this morning you were rubbing that sexy body all over me, egging me on, but now a little sweat has you running.”
“Graham, you look like you just jumped in a pool,” she begs, holding her hand up between us as if that’s going to stop me.
Stalking toward her, a grin breaks out across her face as she bolts away from me around the tree.
“Don’t you dare do it, or I swear,” she warns, peeking at me from behind the tree. She has a seriousness in her eye, but I’m not falling for it.
“Or what, Halle? What are you going to do?” I jest.
“No sex,” she spits out frantically.
I laugh because the moment she says it, her face looks like she wishes she could take it back.
“No sex, huh? You think you’ll be able to hold out long enough to punish me? How long you think you’d be able to make it? A day, maybe two?”
She narrows her eyes at me, stepping out from behind the tree. Her hands are planted firmly on her hips, clearly not amused.