He is handsome, really handsome. I can watch him the whole day as he rolls the dough with his rolling pan, looking utterly irresistible with his bare chest out in the open.

I have spent the past 2 weeks with him, but I still feel like I cannot get enough of him. Not only that, but I want him close to me in no way that he can be, it is like he is the air that I breathe, and I just cannot get enough of him.

How did I spend the last 3 years without him? I now want us to get back all the time that we lost when we spent our days apart. I beam with joy as he flashes a quick smile in my direction.

I insisted on helping instead he said no, and I have no complaints, I would rather have myself look at him as he does his thing.

The past week we have spent it indoors, under his sheets.

I place my hand on my cheek and looked at him oh dear lord I am smitten, this man still manages to make my knees go weak each time he looks at me and my stomach fills with butterflies each time his lips land on mine.

Is it normal to love a person like this?

I stand up from the barstool and hug him from behind. I lay my head on his back and smile, “Are We ever going to eat?” His shoulders vibrate with each laugh, “You can’t rush culinary cooking.”

He turns around swiftly so as not to break our contact and lands his hands on my waist, “And you are distracting me.” He says tapping my nose leaving flour remains behind.

“Oh, am I?” I say, standing on the tip of my toes and kissing him, “Yes.” He says, lifting me and placing me on top of the counter and stands in between my legs, “But I think I need a bit of distraction.” He says, lifting my shirt over my head and smiling as he finds me braless, “You listened.” He says as his hot tongue sucks my nipple. I roll my eyes back as the feeling of pleasure wash over me, “You left no room for a discussion.” I say, finally finding my words.

He rips my leggings and throws them on the kitchen floor, he steps back a little and looks at me like he can’t believe that I am here before coming back and ripping my lacy underwear in one swift move.

He kisses me slowly, as if he is building the tension that is currently building between my legs not only that, but he stands between my legs again and bites my ear, making me let out a moan, and soon he pushes himself inside me and my nails finds their way to his back digging into his skin.

“I love you.” I say in a breathy voice as I let out a moan while he continues pushing himself inside me. He growls as he bites my neck softly, my eyes roll back and my toes curl as I reach my climax, and soon he follows me.