Yes Chef, No Chef - By Susan Willis Page 0,130

moved around the tops of her stockings and panting with desire she threw her head back clinging to him as the desperate ache flooded through her body. She could feel his hard member against the side of her leg and every pulse in her body was throbbing.

Unashamedly she traced down the zip on his jeans with her fingers and stroked it with her hand.

He groaned with longing, “Oh Kate, I don’t know about folklore, but I’m not imagining this and it’s definitely not happening in my mind. It’s all yours and raring to go,” he rasped harshly and kissed her long and hard. She knew her lips would be bruised but couldn’t have stopped him even if she wanted to, which she didn’t. He was her man, his body was hers to touch and take and she wanted him desperately.

They practically fell out of the lift when it reached the fourth floor and ran into the hotel room collapsing onto the bed together. He straddled across her and whipped her belt off, opened her dress and moaned in pleasure at the sight of her.

“Christ, Kate, you’ve no idea how much I’ve missed and longed for this. Just to touch and smell you…” he drawled and started to kiss her passionately while she pulled his T-shirt over his head. She ran her hands down his taut, tanned chest muscles and practically purred with lust for his body.

“I…I can’t wait, Tim,” she stuttered, “I need to have you inside me.”

He tore his jeans off and climbed back over her. She pulled her arms out of the dress, undid her bra, and he caught both of her wrists, raised them above her head and started to suck her nipples. She arched her back in response as waves of pure ecstasy flooded through her and then wrapped both legs around his back pulling him deeply into her. Her heart was racing as they began to move, sweat, and rock together; she knew his rhythm so well as he did hers, and she pulled him further and further into her never wanting it to stop. She was climbing higher and higher, working her way to the sweet relief that crashed through her at the same time as he cried out in release. He collapsed on top of her.

As her breathing slowed he moved slightly to shift his weight but she begged, “Don’t move, Tim, stay where you are. I just need to feel you on top of me again.”

“Oh Kate,” he moaned. “Thank, God, I’ve got you back again.”

Her heart slowed back to normal and feelings of true joy swelled inside her making her feel tearful. She wiped a small tear away that leaked sideways out of her eye while he kissed her tenderly on the lips.

He whispered, “You’re my own Greek goddess and I’m never going to lose you again.”

Epilogue

"The kitchen in our new house is much bigger, Kate," he said putting a comforting arm along her shoulder. "And by the time the builders have finished it'll be a fantastic cooking area for you.”

She knew Tim was right but it still saddened her to see her old kitchen emptied of everything and in its cold, stark, state. A few of her business cards lay on the top of the Island and she idly picked one up flicking it between her fingers remembering the day they’d arrived in the post when Tim and her were apart.

But she hadn't lived here for over three months now; only cooked in the kitchen on a daily basis returning each night to the apartment with Tim. The apartment kitchen was too small to cook and run a business from and she'd been adamant when they'd got back together again that she had no intention of giving up her business plan especially now the bookings were flooding-in. She’d called upon Chrissie several times for help with big dinner parties and they’d become great friends.

Her flat however, hadn't stood empty because Lisa had asked if she could move in for a while and pay her rent. Things between her and Sam had developed slowly and although she hadn’t wanted to move in with him straight away she did want to be close to him so this had been the perfect solution.

Everyone had been amazed at Lisa's transformation and although she would never be a domestic goddess she had thrown herself into doing a little housework and helping Sam down at the vegetable plots, although the yellow daisy Wellington boots she’d bought