KATHERINE POV
I tried to keep it cool. Tried not to clench my thighs every damn second. Tried not to imagine Kendrick's hands on me, his mouth exploring every inch of my skin. But watching him eat, the way his lips wrapped around the fork, the way his throat moved as he swallowed... it was torture.
Who knew I had a naked chef kink? Apparently, I did. And Kendrick was the embodiment of every forbidden fantasy I'd ever had.
When he mentioned dessert with that devilish glint in his eyes, I nearly melted on the spot. Then, without warning, he scooped me up from the chair, bridal style, and carried me to my bed.
"Stay still, I'll be right back," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
Arousal pooled between my legs, my body aching for his touch. I wanted to rip that damn apron off him
