The Havoc We Wreak - Becca Steele Page 0,57

up, and I wanted to have one more night with my girl, forgetting everything else, before shit goes down. We don’t know how Christine will react, and yeah, we have some resources from Creed, but that might not be enough. This whole situation has the potential to blow up in our faces.”

“Oh.” She tipped her head to the side, grinding back into me, and I stifled a groan. “One last night before everything changes. I’m definitely on board with this plan.”

“The question is…” I lowered my hand, sliding it into the tiny shorts she was wearing. “Can you manage to cook the dinner without fucking me?”

“What?” Her voice was barely audible as I slid my hand even lower, my finger slipping through her wetness, then coming up to circle her clit.

“I love how you’re always ready for me.” I kept up the slow movements, and she tried to press down on my hand, a tiny whimper escaping her lips.

“Cade…”

“Cook the food, baby, and I’ll reward you if you can manage to resist me from now until we’ve finished eating.” I removed my hand from her shorts and stepped away from her. She slumped against the sink, breathing heavily, regaining her composure, before she turned to face me.

“So you’re saying, you want me to cook the dinner while you torture me until I give in and beg for sex?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I flashed her a wolfish grin.

She stared pointedly at the hard-on clearly visible through my sweatpants. “Or will you be the one begging to fuck me? I bet between us, you’ll crack first.”

“I don’t make bets I can’t win,” I told her confidently.

“Hmm.” She raised a brow. “We’ll see. If you beg to fuck me, then I’ll be winning this bet.” Crossing to the fridge, she pulled out the ingredients for a quick pasta dish with a tomato sauce and carried them to the island.

“Careful with that knife, Snowflake,” I cautioned as I came up behind her while she was chopping the herbs for the sauce. Caging her in from behind, I heard her breathing hitch as she felt me close to her body. I stood still, my torso lightly pressed against her back, because as horny as I was, and as much fun I was having playing with her, I didn’t want her cutting herself.

She carefully placed the knife down and spun in my arms. She went up on her toes, pulling my head down, and kissed me like she needed me to fucking breathe.

Fuck, I loved this girl. I shoved the chopping board to the side and scooped her up, depositing her on the marble island. She hooked her long legs around my waist, her hands sliding into my hair.

Pulling her into another kiss, I tugged her forwards so she was right on the edge of the counter, grinding her body against mine. “Do you give up yet?” Breaking the kiss, I spoke breathlessly against her lips, feeling her chest rise and fall.

“No.” Her pupils were blown, and her pouty lips were swollen from our kisses. Fuck. My restraint was nowhere near as good as I thought. I was about ten seconds away from saying “fuck it” and burying myself inside her.

She pushed against my chest, a determined glint in her eye. “No,” she said again. “I’m not losing.”

I let her push me backwards so she could jump down from the counter, amused by the way she thought she could win this bet.

“Go and make yourself useful and boil the water for the pasta,” she instructed.

“Whatever you want, baby.” I pressed against her again. “Deny it all you want, but we both know you’ll be begging me to fuck you before this meal is over.”

“I like a challenge.” Licking her lips, she ran her hand down my chest, her eyes lowering as she followed the movement of her hand. She stopped at the band of my sweatpants, then gripped my cock through the material.

“Fuck,” I hissed as she stroked her hand up and down my length, before she suddenly pulled away.

“Go. I’ve got food to chop.” She pushed at my chest again, more insistently, and I grinned, despite the fact that my dick was almost painfully hard at this point.

“I fucking love playing with you, Snowflake. I’m not about to lose this bet, but if you wanna get on your knees and suck my cock, I won’t complain.”

“Nice try. Go.”

Laughing, I left her to her food prep and went to fill the kettle with water to