Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 6

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 6

In a playful mood, I held his face in my hands and made him look

up at me. “Who do you think is prettier? Lyle‟s „dinner‟ or me?”

“You,” he answered instantly with an innocent smile on his face.

If I weren‟t familiar with his personality, I might have mistaken

him for a pure, excitable virgin.

To be completely honest, my heart did race at his sweet words.

But I also knew that anything a man said was not to be trusted,

especially not when he wanted to get you in his bed.

“You say that as if you‟ve slept with her too.”

“You say that as if I‟ve never slept with her before.”

I was rendered speechless. “But why?”

Instead of replying, he hoisted me off the floor and carried me all

the way to the living room couch.

“Hey!” I panicked, struggling to close my legs firmly and get

away from him.

As if having expected my reaction, he wasted no time squeezing

in between my legs and hooking them around his waist.

If Lyle saw us in such a compromising position, he might just

explode with rage.

That idea cheered me up greatly.

Christopher started to undo my shirt. “I know you‟ve been

thinking of me. I kept sneezing all day.”

“You must have caught a cold,” I retorted, trying to pull his hands

away.

Taking advantage of my brief distraction, he gave up trying to

take my shirt off and skipped right to slipping his hands under my

shirt.

“Liar.”

I couldn‟t deny that.

He took my silence as an affirmative answer, chuckling before

pressing his warm lips to mine. Trapped under the heavy weight

of his body combined with his fierce kisses, I could barely breathe

properly.

“W-Wait…” I stammered out in between kisses. “I‟m hungry… I

want to have dinner first—”

“I‟ll make sure to stuff you full.”

“I‟m being serious.”

“I‟m hungry too, little calf,” he replied with a sincere look. “Let

me drink from you, please?”

amusement, and I let out a chuckle. With his preference in mind,

I made sure to add as little sugar as possible when cooking the

caramelized pork.

However, the pork turned out to taste worse than I had imagined,

and I couldn‟t bring myself to eat more than one helping.

Meanwhile, Christopher was gobbling the food up heartily.

For a split second, I wondered if there was something wrong with

his taste buds.

“I think I still prefer the taste of my little calf,” he told me as

soon as he had wiped his mouth after dinner.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why didn‟t you eat? I thought you said you were hungry.”

“I was too busy admiring your pretty face,” I came up with an

excuse, forcing a dry smile.

He laughed at that. “Little minx.”

I instinctively retreated when he leaned in and tried to kiss me,

but I hadn‟t realized that one of his hands was already holding

the back of my head, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

His flexible tongue that had the lingering taste of the caramelized

pork pushed past my lips and slipped into my mouth.