The Seduction (Finding Forever #2) - Jessie Jones Page 0,63

mouth literally watered at the sight of the tempting fruit. Looking back into her emerald eyes, John's voice was smoky and deep as he said, "That sweet cunt looks very appetizing. I think I'll start there."

"Woah there, cowboy." Gillian smiled as she cupped his face in her hands. "That will have to wait, Bear. Let's start with some steak and eggs."

"I don't want to wait," John growled at her ear before he trailed kisses down her jaw to her mouth.

But before the Brit could capture her mouth, she put her finger to his lips. "You have to, baby," Gillian said softly as she began chewing on her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed as she looked away for a moment. "I'm kind of…sore…this morning."

John swallowed hard as he clenched his jaw shut. The vein in his neck pulsed as he fought for control of his emotions. He wanted Gillian this morning, but there was no way in hell that he would ever hurt her. Cracking his neck, he took a deep breath as he opened his eyes. When he found her emerald eyes watching him, he felt his heart immediately melt. With a chuckle, he said, "Then we stop, kitten." In another swift motion, he rolled back over to where she was straddling his waist. Smacking her soundly on one bare ass cheek, he barked, "Now feed me some food, woman. Your man is hungry."

"Damn bossy Brit," Gillian muttered with a smile as she reached over to grab the tray of food off the nightstand. She cried out as John tweaked one pert nipple and chuckled. "You're going to make me drop the food all over you, Bear." The beautiful American pouted as John began to massage her breast. As his eyes smoldered with lust, Gillian felt her pussy begin to weep. When she felt his hands trail down the sides of her waist and grip her bottom, she tapped the center of his chest. "Behave, Bear. I know what you're thinking, and although I want to, I don't think I can."

John cupped her cheeks and brought her head down for a sloppy, wet kiss. When he broke the kiss, the Brit stroked her jawline with his thumbs as he intently searched her eyes. "Did I hurt you last night, kitten?"

"You didn't hurt me, Bear," Gillian said sincerely before kissing him lightly on the lips. When she raised up, there was a smile on her full, pink lips. "You're lovemaking is just a little…intense." When he raised a dark brow at her, Gillian put her hands on his chest. "Don't get me wrong, I love how intense it is. Sex is just something that I hadn't done much…before you, I mean. There will be plenty of time in the coming weeks for you to ravage me, Mr. Kenric. Now, enough sex talk, Bear. I want you to eat. To keep up with me, you are going to need your nourishment."

John smiled affectionately at Gillian as he watched her pour him a glass of orange juice and hand it to him. After he took a drink, she began feeding him the food. He moaned at the way the steak melted in his mouth. Swallowing the bite in his mouth, John asked, "The steak is absolutely delicious, kitten. Did you cook it?"

"Why, yes, I did. I'm glad you like it." Gillian grinned proudly as she fed him the next bite. "I think the staff here will be glad to see me go. Word on the street is I won't let them do their jobs. I won't even let them cook for me."

"They'll get used to it. They got used to Pat."

"Patrick cooks?" Gillian asked in surprise, unable to picture the gorgeous, Irish giant in an apron. "Is he any good?"

"Pat's very good, actually. Of course, he had to learn to cook out of necessity, growing up. After leaving the orphanage, we lived together on the streets with an occasional roof over our heads. He was the cook, and I took care of our living arrangements."

"Wait just a minute, Bear. You are telling me that Mr. King of the Underworld, owner and operator of a multi-billion-dollar company, was once a domestic engineer? No way!"

John couldn't help but smile at Gillian's laughter. Pretending to be indignant, he said, "And just what is so funny, kitten? I could Hoover the hell out of a floor!"

"John Kenric!" Gillian wailed in laughter. "How many floors have you Hoovered, exactly? Something tells me that you have always had a knack