A Date with a Foodie (The Dating Series Book 7)

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“But it has to, right?” I say, looking away.
He takes my chin and turns me toward him. “No, it doesn’t.”
My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”
His gaze drops down my lips. “I mean, I don’t have to leave right away. What would you say if I stay in Chicago for a while? I can work anywhere as long as I have my computer.”
“Really?” I can’t even pretend to hide my excitement. “You would do that?”
He looks right into my eyes. “For you I would. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“I don’t know what to say other than I’d love for you to stay.” The way he smiles makes everything inside of me tighten.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” He leans down and kisses me one more time. “Goodnight, Maddy. I know you need your rest. You have a busy day tomorrow.” Turning on his heel, he heads for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out. He glances back at me, brows furrowed. I point at my door. “Would you like to come inside for a few minutes? We never got to eat dessert. I have some strawberries and homemade whipped cream in the fridge.”
Grinning, he comes back toward me. “I can’t say no to that.”
I open the door and wave for him to go inside. What am I doing? Do I really want things to go further? Yes. Oh, yes, I certainly do. Adam stops in the kitchen and looks around, smiling as he takes in all of my stainless-steel appliances. “Your kitchen is immaculate.”
“What can I say? I’m a chef. The kitchen has to be perfect.” Opening the refrigerator, I pull out the strawberries along with the bowl of whipped cream and set them on the table.
Adam joins me. “Do you add a dash of lime juice to your whipped cream?” he asks, studying me curiously.
I grab a spoon out of the silverware drawer and scoop him out some. “You tell me. I didn’t know you were a connoisseur of whipped cream.” He opens his mouth and I slowly slide the spoon inside. He closes his lips and moans when he swallows.
“That’s really good. It has just the right amount of sweetness.”
“Thanks,” I say, grinning with pride. “I like to think I’m good at what I do.”
Adam takes a strawberry and dips it in the cream. “You’ve definitely impressed me.” He rubs the strawberry against my lips, coating them with whipped cream. Before I can lick it off, he does it for me and pops the strawberry in his mouth.
“That strawberry was supposed to be mine.”
His eyes darken with need. “Oh yeah? I’ll just have to get you another one.” He backs me up against the table and presses his body into mine as he reaches for another one. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as he brings it to my lips. “Open up,” he murmurs, watching my mouth intently.
I do as he says and after I eat it, his lips descend on mine. My whole body ignites with need. Sliding up on the table, I spread my legs and pull him closer.
A low growl erupts in his chest and he presses against me. “You’re killing me. Why did you have to wear a skirt?”
I bite his lip. “Easy access.”
He chuckles. “You’ve said that to me before.”
I remember. I wore skirts a lot around him. It didn’t matter where we were, we always found a way of getting a quickie in if the need arose. Those days were exhilarating and exciting. It’s intoxicating to feel that way again.
Adam slides my skirt up to my waist and pushes into me. I’m dying to feel him inside of me. “Are we going to do it on the table?”
He shakes his head, smirking devilishly. “Not tonight. No, right now, it’s time for my appetizer. Tomorrow, I’ll enjoy the main course.”
His hands snake up my waist to the hem of my sweater. He lifts it off and unclasps my bra, tossing them both to the floor. Dipping his finger in the whipped cream, he traces it over my nipples. I wait in anticipation for his tongue to lick it off. The second he traces his tongue over my breasts, I suck in a breath. My toes curl and I moan. His teeth nips my sensitive flesh and all I want to do is beg for more.
“That feels so good,” I moan.
He ravages my nipples and I’m so close to losing control, especially with the way he pushes his hips into mine, his cock straining against his pants. The friction against my clit is too much to handle.
Adam chuckles and pulls back just as my orgasm starts to build. Keeping his eyes on mine, he scoots me further onto the table and lifts my legs onto his shoulders. He pushes my underwear to the side and buries his face into my center. My body clenches as he licks my clit and fucks me with his tongue. My orgasm builds again, and I slam my hands on the table, biting my lip to keep from screaming.
He groans and picks up his pace. “You taste so damn good. I’m not stopping until you come.”
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, clenching the sides of the table. My release comes swiftly, and I scream out his name. When everything subsides, he swipes his tongue over my clit one more time.
He stands above me and smiles. “Now that was the most amazing appetizer I’ve ever had.” Taking my hand, he helps me up. “I should probably go. You need your rest.”
I shake my head. “I think I need something else.”
Adam picks up my sweater off the floor and winks. “Tomorrow.” He kisses me on the cheek and smiles at me one more time before walking out the door. Tomorrow it is then. Holy hell, I can’t wait to finish what we started.
The sun has only been up for a short while, and my thoughts keep straying to Adam. I would’ve given anything