Chapter 125: Chapter 125

I stare at Rory doing the cooking in the kitchen from the door. He's in a grey T-shirt and black shorts around his neck is a green apron and it's tied to his back. He seems to be listening to some music while he cooks because he hasn't stopped shaking his bum and I just stare at him in fascination as his hips sway rhythmically and he nods his head and toss the frying pan around.

"Nothing I can see but you

When you dance, dance, dance

Feeling good, good, creeping up on you

So just dance, dance, dance."

He sings along, his voice sounding so heavenly and I know the song!

Of course, I know the song! It's Justin Timberlake's Can't Stop The Feeling! Literally my favourite song from my favourite artist.

"Got the feeling in my body." He sings to the finish and turns around and sees my eyes on him not doing much, just staring at him.

He frowns a little in confusion before pulling out his earpiece and walking over to me. "How long have you been watching me?" He asks, as he catches me by the arm and pulls me closer to himself our bodies touch and my skin breaks out in goosebumps as shivers run through me at the contact.

I giggle, "A while now I didn't want you to stop dancing, which by the way I was greatly enjoying." my voice and the look on my face mischievous as I confess.

He lowers his head as a blush appears on his face, "I must be terrible right?" He asks, looking up at me.

"Contrary to your belief, you got great moves," I honestly reveal, never sounding more certain in my life and I cup his face in my arms.

His thick brow rises as his green eye dims, "Are you saying that as my wife or as a spectator?"

I grin, "As both." I tiptoe and place a kiss on his interestingly parted lips, but before he can react, I pull away. "Anyways what are you cooking," I ask, going over to the gas cooker and looking at the already heated oil in the frying pan on it.

Rory walks up behind me, "I was making potatoes chips and egg sauce."

"Sounds delicious what about the maids?"

He nods in agreement, "It is, you'll like it and you weren't supposed to know yet, you were supposed to be sleeping still. I sent the maids off this morning, I need privacy with my wife."

My mouth forms a silent 'o' and then I pout, "Well I couldn't sleep too deep, you were no longer in bed with me."

Privacy is very much needed because we are newly weds, but if he keeps leaving me in bed, I'll never be able to sleep well.

It's funny how I can no longer see myself without seeing him too.

He sighs and picks the slotted spoon from the counter, "It makes sense and even better because now we get to cook together."

"I can't make anything..." I begin to say and he frowns, "that isn't an Italian dish." Lucia taught me a lot about Italian food and recipes and to date, those are the only ones I know.

"Well good thing you have a patient lover and husband as your guide." He says, leaning down to kiss my shoulder sweetly.

"What do I do now then?" I ask with dramatic interest.

"You watch." he moved to the cooker, "The oil is hot, so we will put the already sliced potatoes into it," he instructs, picking up the bowl with the sliced and chopped potatoes in and bringing the sieve and after sieving it, he pours it into the pan and the oil bob up rapidly and the noise makes me flinch in fear.

"Is that normal?" I panic, pointing to the pan.

"Calm down, hun," he chuckles, shaking his head, "and yes it is normal, that's how potato chips are made." he moves the skimmer around the frying potatoes.

"Okay, what do we do now?"

He drops the bow and pulls off the apron before turning to me. "We wait."

I stare at him, "Well, that's exhausting."

He smirks devilishly and pulls me closer, "Unless we keep ourselves busy until then."

I raise a brow, acting clueless for my own good. "Oh Rory, what are you suggesting?"

He kisses my lips and lift me and set me on the counter in the middle of the kitchen. "I don't know, what do you think?" he asks, kissing the side of my face before looking back at me.

"I think we are about to make out," I reply as he draws closer.

"You are learning fast then," he kisses me hard, "soon you will be a master chef of your own." He pulls his long sleeve which I'm wearing off and tosses it aside, leaving me in only my black bra and panties and then he claims my lips in a long hot kiss.

I push Rory's T-shirt up and he pulls it off. He settles between my legs, wrapping them around his waist and he kisses my neck with short, but powerful kisses. I bite my lips, moaning out like crazy from having been turned on and excited. I rest my hands on the table and rest on them giving him more room to my neck and he seizes the opportunity and ravishes me completely.

His lips feel like fire and it burns the skin of my neck, but in a good way and I cling to him with my legs around his waist and pulling him even closer while feeling him rise in his panties.

"Rory," I moan out, my eyes opening and seeing the potatoes beginning to turn brown. I tap on Rory's arm, regaining a little of my sanity, "Rory, are they supposed to be like that?" I ask and he pulls back to look at the potatoes in the pan.

"Shit!" He let go and runs to the gas cooker and turns it off. He takes a deep breath and turns to me. "See why I said we should wait?"

I frown, looking lost and trying to remember when he said that, oh right he did say we should wait before he said unless. "It wasn't my idea we keep ourselves busy remember?"

"Forget it."

I get down from the table and walk over to him, staring into the pan. "Is it bad?" my eyes are wide sceptical when I look up.

"Not really, just with a bitter taste."

"Oh...are we going to eat it like that?"

"Probably," he sighs and turns to look at me. "I'll just say it, you are a terrible student when it comes to cooking."

I pout sadly, "Oh..."

"But an excellent one when it comes to the affair of the heart and things regarding pleasure," he kisses my lips hard and his tongue lick into my mouth as I return his kiss, "and I love you for that."

After eating the burnt potato chip and egg sauce, we take a stroll behind the mansion and I'm in a white gown and a flat brown shoe while Rory is in a short blue jean that reaches his kneel and a white T-shirt.

As we stroll, I realise there is a beach behind the house and I also see a little mountain. The rising of the sun radiates on the surface of the water beautifully, the beach sand is sticky and warm and I want to thrust my feet deeper inside it and stay there.

"It's beautiful, I can spend all day out here!" I exclaim happily, jumping around like a little girl.

"Yeah, I know and one of these days I plan on us making love outside," he says casually as if what he said is the same as sure go eat.

I gasp in surprise and horror is written all over my face as I shove him off, "I'm not making love to you outside here!" I exclaimed aloud.

He begins to laugh hysterically and clench his stomach, "You should see your face!" he laughs louder, "you looked like I said I wanted to harvest your organs for money."

My cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the horror and surprise decreases, but I begin to defend myself. "To me, it's almost the same thing."

"Honey! Beach sex is amazing! The waves, the feeling and cold feel of the sand on your skin, the clear sky above you. It literally puts you in the mood."

"Have you had it before then?" I point to him as I ask.

He shook his head and begins to speak, "I haven't, but research-"

I cut him off, "I'm not having sex with you outside here because of some stupid research, people may see!"

"There is no one, not even a hundred miles away, and the maids are gone so basically, I'm the only one love!"

I bite my lips, "Well you would have to do a lot of convincing than that!" I begin to walk away.

"Fine! Wait up." I halt and he runs over to me, I dramatically turn my back to him and fold my arms over my chest. He sighs and he turns me around to look at him, "I didn't say I was going to force you or anything, I just wanted you to know that I do have these thoughts. You are my wife and the only one I want to carry all my naughtiest thoughts out with so that is why I told you, but that's just it." He cups my face, and tilt it up so my eyes are looking into his, "If you don't like that, we could just try out mountain sex."

My eyes widen and his face breaks into an even wider teasing grin, "Oh my God, you're the worse of them all!" I shove his hands away from my face.

"And you are hilarious!"

"Tell me if this is hilarious." I threaten, pulling off my shoe and chasing him around the beach with it.

"If you catch me, I'll stop talking about it. If not, suck it up, love."

The one thing I have in mind now is catching him and hitting his head back to reality.