Ella Frank - Exquisite

He watched her take a bite and chew quietly then she looked at the bag. “Any drinks in there?”

He pulled out the wine and she started laughing.

“What?”

Giggling she looked up at him, “I just can’t believe, Mason Langley, Executive Chef and owner of the hottest dining experience of Chicago, is about to serve me a $4.00 bottle of wine.”

“I’ll have you know that out of all the fine wines to choose from in the grocery store this one happened to be the finest.”

Nodding she grinned, “I’m sure it’ll be amazing.”

Uncorking it he poured her cup and passed it over. She took it looking at the paper cup.

“Not a word.” he said softly.

She tipped the wine up to her lips taking a sip, he watched her swallow, then around a second later she pulled a face that had him laughing so hard he almost fell backwards.

“That bad?”

“Awful Langley, truly awful. Do not drink that it will horrify your mouth.”

Chuckling he replied, “Of course. Why do you think I gave you the first cup?”

Lena felt herself grinning like a fool. After she’d swallowed the wine, and almost spat it out, she’d watched him cork it up and throw it off to the edge of the blanket. He scooted back until he was leaning against the tree, then patted his lap.

“Come here. Lay your head down Lena, relax with me.”

Crawling across the blanket she followed his steady gaze. When she reached him she leaned in and pressed a kiss against his mouth. He slowly parted his lips but instead of deepening the kiss she nipped his mouth gently then pulled back to lay down flipping onto her back and resting her head against his thigh. Looking up at the green leaves above her she felt the sun warming her face then smiled closing her eyes.

“This was a good idea.”

She felt his hand come up and tug gently on her hair tie. Lifting a little she pulled it free and felt him spread her hair out so he could run his hands over it. “It was. You need to relax.”

“What about you, don’t you need it too? Your life is pretty stressful.”

“Yeah I guess it is, but I’m good at letting it go.”

“Oh and I’m not?”

He looked down at her. “You’re tense right now.” he stressed to her. Frowning at him as he reached out to trace the line between her eyes.

“Stop frowning Lena, you’ll get wrinkles. Lean on me and relax.”

“Okay then. So Langley, can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?”

She felt him laugh, “You’re the only person who’d ever say that to me.”

“Really?”

“Yep, guess you’re the only woman I’ve got mad at.”

Thinking about that she stated, “I don’t think that’s exactly a good thing in my favor.”

He ran a hand over her hair. “Actually it is. My dad once told me, the day I meet someone who drives me so crazy I want to strangle her and yet never would because I can’t bare her to be gone, that’s when I know I’ve met a woman worth keeping.”

Feeling her heart kick up a little at his words she tilted her face and saw him looking down at her with those blue eyes.

“What was your question?” he asked her softly.

“Oh um, well I wanted to ask if you really had, you know? Dated thirty something women this year?”

Chuckling her grinned at her with a bright white smile. “Ahh, the famous number that Google supplied you with.”

Blushing she found she couldn’t hold his gaze and looked away. He didn’t let her get away with that though because he cupped her chin then tilted her head back. “To answer your question, no Lena.” pausing he traced her jaw with a finger, “I’m not going to lie. There’ve been a lot of women, but not that many. Damn, I’d be really tired if that were the case. Not even I have that much stamina.”

Lena found herself grinning, “Oh I don’t know about that.”

He shook his head, “No, trust me I don’t. However, that doesn’t mean that I slept with all those women either. There’ve only been a handful I’ve gone home with.”

“Or taken home?”

“No. I don’t take women home.”

“You took me.”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. “When are you going to realize how special you are to me?”

Not wanting to tackle that comment right now she asked. “Is Trisha one of those women?”

She felt his hand stop and watched his mouth tighten a little. “Yes she is and just so we aren’t confused and you aren’t too scared to ask. She was one of the ones I went home with.”

Frowning and pouting a little Lena grumbled, “Or slipped into the back with.”

She felt his legs tighten beneath her and she sat up figuring his legs must be getting sore.

“Are you jealous?”

Her eyes went to his and she snapped out, “No. Of course not!”

She watched him as he shifted and moved so he was kneeling in front of her. He reached out with both hands and tangled them in her hair gently pulling her up close to him.

“I think I have a problem doctor because I kind of like you jealous. You see, for some reason you get mean and for some reason that turns me on.”

Narrowing her eyes at him she gritted her teeth. “Well I’m not turned on at all.”

Tugging her even closer to him he kneeled up so he was taller than her and she was forced to look up at him. “Are you sure?”

Licking her lips she nodded. “Positive.”

He bent down and ran a tongue up her cheek from jaw to cheek and she squealed at the wet sensation. “What are you doing! Licking me?”

Whispering in her ear he said softly, “I’m trying to turn you on.”

“By licking me?” she demanded feeling her breathing get deeper. He nibbled her ear then swiped the lobe with that naughty tongue. “Yes. You taste salty.”

“Wonderful.” she said with as much sarcasm as she could muster.

“Yes it is. I bet you’re salty in other places too aren’t you Lena.”

Gripping her hair tighter he looked down at her with a sexy as hell grin then added to that provocative statement, “Sweet and salty.”

Then he leaned down and she forgot what they’d been talking about as he kissed the jealousy right out of her.

Mason knew she was trying really hard not to give in to him, and she was doing really well until he took one of his hands from her hair and dragged it down along her back to grab her ass. She sighed, finally relaxing into him. Her lips parted and he slipped inside. He gentled his grip on her hair and groaned softly into her mouth as her tongue tangled with his. After a moment he pulled back opening his eyes and looking down at her.

“Come down here and lay next to me.”

He let her go and stretched out on the soft blanket on his side. Not knowing if she would do as he asked or get up and leave, he was happy when she slowly moved to mirror him resting her head in the crook of her elbow. They were a of couple inches away from one another and he kept his hands to himself as he let his eyes roam over her. The sun was peaking through the leaves and shining down onto the side of her face and he thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

“Don’t think this means you won.” she pouted.

He felt his grin spread. “I’ll note it down somewhere. But I’m happy you didn’t storm off somewhere.”

Her mouth opened as though she was going to dispute him then she shut it silently.

“You look cute when you’re jealous.”

“There’s that word again. What makes you think I’m jealous Langley? Maybe I’m horrified you let someone with her kind of intellect touch you.”

He let out a quick burst of laughter, “Oh boy! Now your lobbing grenades at someone unable to defend themselves.” he paused then questioned, “Is that a compliment or insult to me?”