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He took a step toward her. “You’re so beautiful. You know I love
you, right?”
“I know.”
“I don’t like hitting you. You just don’t think sometimes.”
She nodded, looking away, trying to think of something to do,
needing to stay busy, then remembered she had to set the table.
She moved to the cupboard near the sink.
He moved behind her as she was reaching for the plates and
rotated her toward him, pulling her close. She inhaled before
offering a contented sigh, because she knew he wanted her to
make those kinds of sounds. “You’re supposed to say that you
love me, too,” he whispered. He kissed her cheek and she put her
arms around him. She could feel him pressed against her, knew
what he wanted.
“I love you,” she said.
His hand traveled to her breast. She waited for the squeeze, but it
didn’t come. Instead, he caressed it gently. Despite herself, her
nipple began to harden and she hated it but she couldn’t help it.
His breath was hot. Boozy.
“God, you’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful, from the
first time I saw you.” He pressed himself harder against her and
she could feel him. “Let’s hold off on putting the steaks in,” he
said. “Dinner can wait for a little while.”
“I thought you were hungry.” She made it sound like a tease.
“I’m hungry for something else right now,” he whispered. He
unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open before moving to the snap
on her jeans.
“Not here,” she said, leaning her head back, letting him continue
to kiss her. “In the bedroom, okay?”