Yes Chef, No Chef - By Susan Willis Page 0,87

dough.

Thank you God, he thought, knowing she couldn’t be with anyone else or she’d have pushed him away and snuggled up closer to her inhaling her smell. It wasn’t a perfume or scented smell; it was just a clean wholesome, sexy smell that he’d always found impossible to resist.

He started to kiss the side of her neck. “Great action you’ve got going there, Kate,” he whispered punctuating each word with a kiss.

His lips were wet and soft on her neck and she could feel the belt on his jeans digging into the small of her back as his yearning for her became obvious.

Loving the feel of him behind her again she played along. “It comes with practice, darling,” she teased.

The thought of her full breasts was driving him mad and he couldn’t stand it any longer - in one swift move he pushed his hands up inside her shirt and cupped one in each of his hands. Squeezing and gently kneading them he realised she hadn’t stopped kneading the dough and began to copy her actions until they were in unison. She responded to his touch instantly and groaned in ecstasy as he felt her nipples harden, and when he tweaked them between his fingers she threw her head back on his shoulder moaning and shuddering in pleasure. She felt powerless to break away from him - his hands were soft but firm and longing flooded through her body while they kneaded together at the same pace and rhythm. Every nerve in her body ached and screamed for him. She’d reached the point of no-return, her inner thighs were trembling and she thought her knees would buckle, and then for some strange reason the image of the size eight blonde came into her mind and she shuddered thinking of him doing this to her.

She stopped kneading and her shoulders stiffened with doubt while taking a deep breath to steady herself.

He stopped abruptly. “Darling?” he crooned. “What’s up? Don’t you want me?”

“Yes,” she blurted out and gabbled, “b…but maybe the young blonde that Sarah saw you with wants you just as much!”

“What?” he roared and stood back from her. He couldn’t believe it. She’d pulled away from him again. His desire flattened but his temper rose. Were they spying on him? And, did she really think so little of him?

“I mean, if you’re seeing someone else, I don’t want to, well…”

His eyebrows were drawn crossly together and his face was red with temper, or was it embarrassment because he’d been found out? She wasn’t quite sure but decided it was probably the latter.

“Christ, you’re unbelievable!” he yelled storming down the hall.

Hurrying along behind him, she shouted, “Tim, wait. Can’t we talk about it…” but the next sound she heard was the slam of the front door.

Chapter Twenty One

Katie half croaked and sobbed the words to their song by Dido. The tears were rolling down her face as she sniffed back mucous running from her nose, and huddled further down into the settee. Sarah had rung while she’d been putting the last of the bread into the freezer but guiltily she’d listened to her leaving a message with an invitation to a new cocktail bar. She couldn't speak to anyone because her brain was in such turmoil - the devastating confusion Tim had left behind was mind blowing.

Should she ring or email him? But say what? Sorry for upsetting you about the blonde because really it’s none of my business anymore. But it was her business, wasn’t it? Surely if a guy has his hands inside your shirt you're allowed to enquire about his situation. Earlier, she’d opened a packet of crisps but found them impossible to eat because they stuck in the back of her dry throat, and now she was heading towards the bottom of her second large glass of Chardonnay. Unlike the food the wine seemed to be sliding down her throat far too easily.

Unanswered questions tumbled around her mind at a rate of knots as she stared at the open bag of crisps on the coffee table. He could have re-directed her post as he had been doing since she left but instead he chose to bring it. Why had he come? And, if the blonde was just a one night stand why did he go crazy when she tackled him about her. Rebelliously she took a crisp out of the packet and snapped it in half - it was blatantly obvious by his actions kneading the bread