perfect cheek of her backside in a firm smack. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt her, but she yelped in shock, rubbing her rear and glaring at me.
To the credit of her stubbornness, she went back to peeling the potatoes. “Is that the best you’ve got?” she asked.
I wanted her more than ever before. Taking her hips in my hands, I pressed her ass against my cock. I leaned forward as she dropped the peeler into the sink, and her hands pushed back against the ledge as she arched her back. I knew she could feel my shaft through the pajama bottoms I wore. I’d already showered the mud off for the day. There was barely anything between us.
The heat of her sex made me thrust forward, her mouth falling open as I ran my hands up her body to her chest. With two fingers, I slid the zipper down on her bra until it was hanging on by the last teeth, her perfect breasts almost popping free. I ran my palm along the crest of them, the sensation making my shaft lurched in anticipation.
She moaned softly, pressing herself harder against my poor throbbing member until I was sure I’d come just from the friction. Running my hand up her chest, I pressed her back against me at the neck so her body was flush with mine. Lowering my head, I kissed the soft nape of her neck, every breathless plea she had met with a new rock of my hips.
“Jackson,” she whispered.
“I want you, Hailey, I want you now.” My voice was hoarse.
My words gave her pause. She stiffened beneath me as the spell broke. I could feel the shift in her attitude as I stepped away from her. Hailey spun around, tears threatening. My heart ached at the pain I saw in her eyes seconds before she ran from the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. As the door slammed shut behind her, my jaw dropped.
There was no question that something had changed. Immediately I jogged down the hall after her and knocked on the door. “Hailey?” I asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Go away! I don’t want to talk to you right now!”
“Well, I didn’t think we were really talking before, to be honest.”
“Jesus, leave me alone! Make your own damn dinner for a change,” she snapped.
I was frustrated. “I never asked you to start making me dinner in the first place! You know I have a cook! That was all you! So, don’t go pretending like I’m making you cook!”
“I was doing it to be nice, but if you think I’m going to keep doing it now, you are dead wrong, mister! Just leave me alone already! Jesus, go find some stupid whore to fool around with, but leave me alone!”
“What in the hell is wrong with you! Holy cow! Are all women this moody all the damn time? Good Lord, I thought we were getting along pretty well, but I guess not. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you again!”
I stormed across the hall to my own bedroom, letting the door slam shut behind me as I did. My stomach was grumbling, hunger setting in as I thought about supper. Hailey could be as stubborn as she wanted, but I wasn’t going to starve because of it. I’d done just fine on my own without her. I couldn’t see the point of starving now.
With a second wind, I stormed back into the kitchen after a few minutes to find Hailey back at the sink. She had on a pair of grey sweatpants, but they still did little to hide her perfect figure. I took a seat at the island; my hands hold my face as I let out a sigh.
“Listen, I don’t know what got into me, okay? I really am sorry.” I told her.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can we please just let it go?” she asked.
“Sure,” I muttered. “I guess we are both still getting used to living with someone. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t gone this long without sex in a hot minute. It’s going to take some getting used to, I reckon.”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess once you go a while without having it, it’s not something you really miss anymore.”
“Come on, you can’t tell me there isn’t an attraction here. If we are going to live together and pretend to be a happily married couple, we’ve got to be able to talk about these things.”
“Sure,