Chapter 180: Kisses Between Bites
The movement carried the easy possessiveness of a woman who had already decided exactly how the rest of the evening was going to go, and had absolutely no intention of negotiating about it.
Anyways, Stan had secretly been hoping she’d do exactly this, so moment Sophie settled into his lap facing him, he felt the soft warmth of her ass against him, relaxed and sweet in a way that instantly eased the last of the tension from his shoulders.
"Hi there," she whispered with a playful little smile, her arms sliding comfortably around his neck.
Stan’s hands settled naturally at her waist, thumbs brushing lightly against the silk fabric hugging her figure.
"This is dangerously good service."
Sophie giggled softly.
"Only the best for my man."
She picked up a piece of chicken with her fork, blowing gently on it before bringing it toward his mouth.
"Open up, big baby ~"
Stan laughed under his breath and accepted the bite, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sophie watched him chew with an expression so openly affectionate it almost felt unfair.
"Mmm," he said after swallowing. "This is really good."
Her eyes brightened instantly.
"Better than last time?" she asked, already preparing another bite, this one with a fry balanced carefully beside it.
"Way better," Stan admitted. "You’re spoiling me."
"That’s exactly the plan," she murmured.
She fed him another bite before leaning forward to press a quick kiss against his cheek, then another near the corner of his mouth, tiny absentminded gestures of affection she seemed unable to stop herself from giving him.
"You work so hard, Stan," she said quietly. "I just want to be the place you come home to... somewhere you can relax and let me take care of you."
As he ate, she gradually melted more fully against him, resting her head against his chest while continuing to feed him at an unhurried pace.
Her free hand traced slow circles against his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt.
"You know," she murmured softly between bites, "watching you eat something I made for you makes me ridiculously happy. I love taking care of you like this."
Stan tightened an arm around her waist, holding her a little closer.
"You’re too good to me, Sophie."
That made her lift her head again.
Her eyes sparkled with that familiar mix of affection and playful mischief as she looked at him.
"Too good?" she echoed softly. "Never."
Her voice turned warm and velvety.
"I still owe you at least a thousand more nights like this."
She picked up another piece of honey-glazed chicken, blew on it gently, then guided it toward his lips.
Stan took the bite, savoring the sweet heat of the glaze.
A tiny streak of sauce escaped and caught at the corner of his lower lip.
Sophie noticed immediately.
A soft, musical laugh escaped her.
"Oops," she teased fondly, eyes fixed on his mouth. "Messy boy."
Without hesitation, she leaned in closer, still comfortably straddled on his lap. Her breath brushed warmly against his skin as she darted her tongue out and slowly licked the sauce away in one smooth, teasing stroke. The playful glint in her eyes never faded.
Before Stan could respond, Sophie tilted her head and captured his lips in a proper kiss.
The kiss started soft and sweet, her lips plush and warm against his, still tasting faintly of the honey glaze she’d been sharing with him.
Sophie sighed contentedly into his mouth, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of his neck while the other rested flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
Stan kissed her back immediately, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer until their bodies pressed flush together.
He deepened the kiss with a low hum of satisfaction, tilting his head slightly to fit their mouths more perfectly.
His lips moved against hers with slow, deliberate hunger, gentle at first, then growing more passionate as the time of missing each other poured out.
He sucked lightly on her lower lip, drawing a soft, needy whimper from Sophie that vibrated between them.
She responded eagerly, parting her lips and inviting him in. Their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance, teasing, exploring, tasting the remnants of the meal and each other. The kiss turned heated yet remained full of affection; it wasn’t rushed.
Sophie melted into him completely, her fingers threading through his hair as she tilted her head the other way, kissing him with everything she felt, love, longing, devotion, and that playful desire to spoil him rotten.
Stan’s hand slid up her back, fingers tracing her spine through the thin blouse, while the other cupped her hip, holding her securely in his lap. Their breaths mingled, growing slightly heavier.
The world outside the penthouse faded completely. There was only the wet, intimate sound of their lips and tongues, the warmth of her body against his, and the quiet intimacy of the moment.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, they slowly paused, lips still brushing as they pulled back just enough to breathe.
A thin, glistening string of saliva briefly connected them before breaking.
Sophie’s cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, her eyes half-lidded and glowing with love as she rested her forehead against his.
"Wow..." she whispered breathlessly, a shy yet satisfied smile curving her lips. "I really missed kissing you like that."
Stan’s thumb gently stroked her cheek as he caught his breath, still holding her close. "Then don’t stop on my account."
Sophie let out a soft, happy laugh and nuzzled her nose against his. "Greedy man... Good thing I’m not planning to."
She picked up another piece of the honey-glazed chicken with the fork, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips. Stan accepted it, savoring the sweet-spicy flavor. As he chewed, Sophie purposely tilted the fork just enough for a small drop of the glossy oil and honey sauce to spill onto his lower lip.
Her gaze dropped to it immediately, a mischievous little smile playing on her lips.
