Chapter 13

Riley's POV

Many things could be considered sexy by different people. For me, watching Creed cook was one of them, and even more sexy was him moving about in his kitchen shirtless with a small kitchen towel thrown casually over his shoulder.

When he turned to the stove, I crawled on the counter to the tomato sauce he kept at the end of the counter. I popped a piece of diced carrot into my mouth before dipping a finger into the sauce with a sneaky smile on my face. As I was about to put my tomato sauce-covered finger into my mouth, a hand held me mid-air.

"Busted," I whispered raising my head to look him in the eyes with a cheeky grin on my face. With our eyes locked together, Creed covered my finger with his hot mouth slowly licking off the sauce. He bit the tip of my finger before removing it from his mouth.

My lips were parted as I watched him.

"Someone wants to be naughty."

"I'm a good girl." I chirp pressing my hard nipples on his hard chest. Freeing my hand from his hold I dipped it again in the sauce before bringing it to his lips which he gladly accepted.

"I didn't know you could cook."

"There are many things you don't know about me." He said rubbing my butt. "Don't touch anything here." He said flicking my nipple before walking off.

Soon he served us the pasta he prepared. I groaned when the tasty pasta hit my taste buds. "Really Creed, you have skilled hands. I mean you know how to cook better than me and that's saying a whole lot 'cause I make a mean pasta and now what chance does my pasta have before the great Creed's pasta." I rambled taking another bite of the food.

"You cook? Good, I'll have you stand nude and cook for me one day." He smirked putting a forkful of pasta in his mouth. How can someone be so elegant while eating pasta? And a man at that.

"Your cooking is way better."

"Doesn't matter. I want to watch you cook for me." There was something about the way he said that. There was an emotion on his face. One I couldn't decipher.

"How'd you learn to cook?" I asked trying to know more about him.

"My mum owns a restaurant." I waited for him to continue but it seemed that was all he was ready to let on as he didn't say anything else.

I noticed he said owns not owned which meant she was alive and her restaurant was still in operation.

"Wow! You must have grown up in her kitchen being the first to taste her new creations." I chirped but he remained quiet. Then a thought came to me making my head snap in his direction.

"If your mum owns a restaurant and you can cook this good, why are you teaching in some snobby High School?" I stared at him confused.

Shouldn't he be managing the restaurant for his mother or at least be a chef there?

"Riley shut up and eat." He snapped at me. For some odd reason, my heart sank at the tone he used. He didn't have to be rude about it.

Whatsoever happened to "I'm sorry I don't want to talk about it but I promise I'll tell you one day if that day ever comes." But no. Creed just had to be rude.

"I'm sorry." I took a big gulp of the orange juice before focusing my attention on my plate.

I heard him sigh before the sound of his seat scraping on the tiled floor was heard as he pushed his seat backward. I refused to look up at him. Childish? I didn't care.

"Come here." He sighed again.

Instead of going to him, the only movement I made was my hand making a clanking noise with the fork and then pushing pasta into my mouth. I gulp down the whole content of the orange juice. I was looking for anything to use as a distraction.

"Come on Riley." I looked up at him in time to see him run his hand in his shiny brunette hair looking frustrated.

I looked away fixing my eyes on the kitchen window. The whooshing sound of rain and wind dancing together could be heard. Rain was angrily pouring down and the wind was more than willing to blow the water on the glass window. I watched as the water silently rolled down the window surrendering to gravity.

"Riley?" I heard him call again. Why can't he just say sorry? I glanced at him channelling my energy into hiding the hurt I was feeling.

"Mmm?" I hummed.

"Come here." When I didn't move, he added "Please." He gave me a gentle look that tugged on my heartstrings.

Quietly, I got up and walked to him. Thankfully, his house was warm and I wasn't shivering from the cold that came with the whaling wind outside.

When I was within arm's length, he pulled me into him, pressing his head into my stomach, hugging me to, him. "Sorry, I snapped at you." He mumbled quietly into my stomach. I combed my fingers in his hair as my way of saying "Apology accepted."

We stayed that way for a few minutes before raised his head and pecked my nipples.

Making me sit on him, we resumed our meal though it was hard to concentrate on the food when Creed's bulging dick was pressed against me, his free hand was fiddling with my hard nipples.

I tried shifting f his dick but the pinch on my nipple and his growl halted my move.

I pushed more into him teasingly. His hand left my boobs and traveled down south before rubbing me over my panties.

Pushing my plate away, the last thing I needed was to choke on pasta while moaning his name. With eyes closed, my head rested on his chest I busied my hand in his hair.

Creed's mouth kissed and sucked on my neck. "Finish your food." He commanded.

"I'll choke." I grind more into him, teasing him.

"Try not to." I moaned at how sensual his voice was. He sucked and blew on the back of my neck. I raised my feet higher trying to give him more access but he stopped making me groan in frustration.

Putting me down, he slipped off my panties, thinking he'd throw it off somewhere I was shocked when he placed it on his nose inhaling it his eyes closing like he'd found peace. That made them more turned on.

Unbuckling his slack, he pushed it down. He was about to pull me to him again when the shrilling sound of his cell phone was heard.