“The fuck?” Rian yelped. The pepper mill fell on the counter with a loud thunk, dusty black powder spraying atop the pristine white surface.
He spun towards the woman next to him, rubbing his upper arm furiously. “Did you just bite me?!”
Clearly flustered with her undomesticated behaviour, she shook her head, looking adorably like a young girl who’d been caught filching sweets from the candy jar.
“I. . . no. I was. . .smelling you,” she declared, taking an involuntary step back before she was tempted to bite him again.
“You were smelling me?” he repeated incredulously.
“Yes.”
“With your teeth?” His disbelief caused his voice to rise in pitch at the end of the question.
“I might have scraped you by mistake,” she admitted, trying to remain nonchalant. “But I only wanted a whiff of your cologne."
He blinked once. “I’m not wearing cologne.”
Giving up on excuses, she smacked her mug down on the counter near her.
“Okay. Alright. Look here. I have no idea what came over me. It was your fault!” She pointed at him, waving a finger towards his face and then dragging it all the way down. “You were just standing there, with your broad shoulders, your perfect abs, flexing those biceps I could swing on, wearing these indecently hot sweatpants, looking like an entire buffet for someone experiencing a famine. You were asking for it. Grey sweatpants are an invitation.”
“Wow. You’re gaslighting me,” he accused, his tone giving away nothing.
Aditi caved. “I’m a terrible human being,” she cried, having no will to continue with her denial.
“You need to apologise.”
“I’m so sorry,” she immediately offered, truly contrite.
“Sorry enough to let me bite you, too?”
“Of co. . .What?”
Rian shrugged, mirth dancing in his eyes like bubbling mercury.
“Tit for tat,” he explained, laughter gurgling up when her sights dropped to her chest and then his crotch. God, she was a delight.
“I didn’t mean that kind of tat, but glad that’s an option,” he teased, applauding himself for keeping a straight face.
He curled his pointer inwards, beckoning her to him.
He must be a piper, because she was powerless to stop herself from obeying him. She stepped closer, then again until, impatient with her speed, he reached forward, hooked two fingers in the belt loop of her pants and tugged her into him.
“Holy shit,” she croaked, her hands gripping his forearms to steady herself. “That was hot.”
“You’re hot. Very very hot,” he muttered, bending towards her. He trapped her lower lip between his teeth before diving in, kissing her with a hunger that made her entire being buzz with the heady feeling only he ever induced.
Breakfast forgotten, Aditi gave in, eagerly meeting his kisses with her own. She tickled his tongue with hers, testing his restraint, humming naughtily when he clutched her harder.
“Aren’t you going to say sorry?” he rasped, taking her hand and placing it right over his crotch, gripping her palm over his rapidly hardening cock.
He waited, not pressing for an answer, letting her decide if she wanted to take it further.
“Hands or mouth?” she questioned, her face heating up when his brow rose, clearly impressed.
“Both.”
“Yes, Chef.” Her whispered response almost had him ready to fuck her against the fridge. But she was leading this, and he was going to let her.