Page 94 of Under Her

Does she have body issues?

I wouldn’t have thought so. She hasn’t tried to hide herself from me. But I definitely know something is bothering her.

“Babe, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Your body is off the charts.” I let my eyes roam down her, taking her in, and my dick starts to harden in response. I grab her hand and put it against my cock. “You feel that? I came about ten minutes ago, and I’m hard as stone already. That is all you.”

Her eyes dip to my cock. Then, she lifts them back to me.

She exhales a slow breath, and then she leans in and kisses me.

I sink my hand into her hair, fisting it as I deepen the kiss, taking control.

I drag my mouth down her neck. “I can’t get enough of you,” I say against her soft skin. “It’s never been this way for me before.”

“Me either,” she whispers.

I lift my mouth back to hers, and our lips crash together.

This kiss isn’t about sex even though I could definitely go again.

It’s about something more. Something deeper.

She kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my eyelid, my forehead, peppering me with kisses.

Then, her stomach rumbles loudly, breaking the moment.

“Shit, sorry.” She laughs, pressing her hand to it.

“You hungry?” I chuckle.

“I guess I am.”

“Let’s feed you then. What are you in the mood for? We’ll order in.”

She cocks a brow at me. “Don’t you ever cook?”

“Not unless I have to.”

“And when have you ever had to?”

I think this over, tapping my finger to my lips. “Um…the 2011 blizzard. No one was delivering.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Come on, let’s cook something. It’ll be fun.” She climbs off me and goes to retrieve my T-shirt off the floor before pulling it on.

I frown. “I can think of more fun things to do.”

Her hands go to her hips. “Such as?”

“Order in.”

“Stop being a lazy ass. Come on,” she coaxes.

Sighing, I get to my feet. Guess I’m gonna need clothes as well if she’s making me cook. I look around for my pajama pants, but I can’t see them.

“I’m just gonna grab some pants. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I slap her ass as I pass her, making her squeal.

Smiling all the way to my bedroom, I grab some clean pants and then dip into the bathroom to give my teeth a quick brush.

When I get to the kitchen, she’s sitting on the counter with a glass of water, waiting for me.