I’d had big plans for tonight: make

I’d had big plans for tonight: make dinner, eat dinner together, finally decide which apartment we were going to rent in New York, discuss what to keep from both his place and mine, figure out when in the hell we’d find time to pack it all in the first place.
Oh, and spend the remaining eight hours relearning every inch of my Beautiful Bastard’s body. Twice.
But that itinerary was before he’d walked through the door of his house to find me cooking dinner in his kitchen. Before he’d tossed his jacket and keys to the couch and practically sprinted across the room. Before he pulled me back against him and sucked at the skin below my ear as if he hadn’t tasted me in weeks.
Needless to say, the plan had been downsized dramatically.
One: dinner. Two: naked.
Even so, Bennett seemed inclined to skip steps.
“We’re never going to eat at this rate,” I said, tilting my head back as he kissed along my neck. His warm breath curled over my skin and the knife I’d been holding clattered to the cutting board.
“And?” he whispered, pressing his hips to my ass before turning me to face him.
The cabinets were hard against my back. Bennett was harder against my front. He bent down, towering over me without the benefit of my shoes, and brushed his lips over my throat.
“And . . .” I mumbled. “Food is overrated.”
He laughed softly, hands skimming my sides to rest at my hips. “Exactly. And God, it feels like I haven’t touched you in weeks.”
“This afternoon,” I corrected, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “It was this afternoon, you know—when I sucked you off at your desk?”
“Oh, yes. I seem to remember something like that. It’s a little hazy, though. Perhaps you could refresh my memory . . . tongue, cock . . .”
“Nice mouth, Ryan. Does your mother know you’re such a pig?”
He barked out a laugh. “If the way she looked at us after we fucked in the coatroom at my cousin’s wedding in February is any indication, then yes.”
“I hadn’t seen you in two weeks!” I said, feeling my cheeks warm. “Don’t look so smug, you ass.”
“But I’m your ass,” he said, and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.” I couldn’t argue. Bennett might have spent more time out of Chicago than in it lately, but he was all mine. He never left any doubt about that. “And speaking of asses”—he reached down and squeezed mine, hard—“the things I’m going to do to yours tonight . . .”
I started to reply—to argue or say something smart in return that would put me back in the verbal driver’s seat—but I couldn’t think of anything.
“Jesus. You’ve been stunned silent,” he said, eyes wide in surprise. “If I’d known that’s all it’d take to get a little peace and quiet, I’d have brought it up ages ago.”
“I . . . um.” I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out. This was new. When the oven timer cut through the air, I forced myself to pull away, still a little off balance.
I pulled the bread from the oven and drained the pasta, feeling Bennett move up behind me again. He hooked his chin over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my waist.
“You smell so good,” he said. His mouth went back to work on my neck, as his hands began a slow descent down to the hem of my skirt. I was more than a little tempted to let him finish.
Instead, I nodded to the cutting board. “Can you finish the salad for me, please?”
He groaned and loosened his tie, grunting something unintelligible as he began working at the opposite counter.
Ribbons of garlic-scented steam curled up from the bowl as I tossed the pasta and sauce together, trying to clear my head. As usual, it was impossible when he was nearby. There was just something about Bennett Ryan that seemed to suck all the air out of a room.
I’d been blindsided by how hard I’d fallen for him, and lately I missed him so much when he was gone. Sometimes I’d talk to my empty bedroom. “How was your day?” I’d ask. “My new assistant is hilarious,” I’d say. Or: “Has my apartment always been this quiet?”
Other days, when I’d worn his shirt to sleep so many times it had lost his smell, I’d go over to his place. I’d sit in the huge chair that looked out over the lake, and wonder what he was doing. Wonder if it was possible for him to miss me even a fraction as much as I missed him. Jesus. I never used to understand women who acted like this when their boyfriends traveled. I used to just assume it was a good opportunity for a full night’s sleep and some downtime.
Somehow, Bennett had managed to work his way into every part of my life. He was still the same stubborn, driven man he’d always been, and I loved that he hadn’t changed who he was just because we were together. He treated me as an equal, and even though I knew he loved me more than anything, he never cut me any slack. For that I loved him even more.
I carried our plates to the table and glanced back over my shoulder. Bennett was still grumbling to himself as he sliced a tomato.
“Are you still complaining?” I asked.
“Of course.” He brought the salad over, smacking my ass before pulling out my chair.
He poured us each a glass of wine before dropping into the seat across from me. Bennett watched me take a sip, his eyes moving from mine, to my lips, and back up again. A sweet smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, but then he seemed to blink back into focus, remembering something. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how’s Sara?”
Sara Dillon had graduated from the same MBA program that I had, but had since left RMG to work for another firm. She was one of my best friends, and Bennett had offered her the Director of Finance position in the new branch but she’d turned him down, not wanting to leave her family and the life she had in Chicago. He didn’t blame her, of course, but as the big day drew closer and we still hadn’t found anyone, I knew he was beginning to worry.
I shrugged, remembering the conversation I’d had with her earlier that day. Sara’s douchebag of a fiancé had been photographed kissing another woman, and it seemed Sara might really be seeing what the rest of us had suspected for years: Andy was a cheating dick.
“She’s okay, I guess. Andy still claims he was set up. The other woman’s name still pops up in the paper every week. You know Sara. She’s not going to show the world how she feels, but I can tell she’s completely shattered over this.”
He hummed, considering. “Think she’s finally done? No more taking him back?”
“Who knows? They’ve been together since she was twenty-one. If she hasn’t left him by now then maybe she’ll stay with him forever.”
“Wish I’d gone with my gut and knocked him on his ass at the Smith House event last month. What a miserable sleaze.”
“I’ve tried to talk her into coming to New York but . . . she’s so stubborn.”
“Stubborn? I can’t possibly see why the two of you are friends,” he deadpanned.
I threw a cherry tomato at him.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku punya rencana besar untuk malam ini: membuat makan malam, makan malam bersama-sama, akhirnya memutuskan apartemen yang kami akan menyewa di New York, membahas apa yang harus menjaga dari kedua tempat dan tambang, mencari tahu Kapan di neraka kita akan menemukan waktu untuk pack semuanya di tempat pertama.Oh, dan menghabiskan delapan jam tersisa belajar kembali setiap inci tubuh saya indah bajingan. Dua kali.Tapi jadwal yang sebelum dia telah berjalan melalui pintu rumahnya untuk menemukan saya memasak makan malam di dapur. Sebelum ia melemparkan jaketnya dan kunci untuk sofa dan praktis berlari melintasi Ruangan. Sebelum dia menarikku kembali melawan dia dan mengisap pada kulit di bawah telinga saya seolah-olah dia tidak merasakan saya dalam minggu.Tak perlu dikatakan, rencana telah telah dirampingkan secara dramatis.Satu: makan malam. Dua: telanjang.Meskipun demikian, Bennett tampak cenderung mengabaikan langkah-langkah."Kita tidak pernah akan makan pada tingkat ini," kataku, memiringkan kepala saya kembali seperti ia mencium sepanjang leher saya. Napas hangat meringkuk kulitku dan pisau aku telah memegang clattered ke atas talenan."Dan?" dia berbisik, menekan pinggul untuk pantatku sebelum berbalik saya menghadapi dia.Lemari yang keras terhadap punggung saya. Bennett adalah lebih keras terhadap depan saya. Dia membungkuk, menjulang di atas saya tanpa manfaat dari Sepatu, dan disikat bibirnya atas tenggorokanku."Dan..." Gumamku. "Makanan yang berlebihan."Dia tertawa lembut, tangan menggelapkan sisi saya untuk beristirahat di pinggul. "Persis. "Dan Tuhan, rasanya seperti aku belum menyentuh Anda dalam minggu.""Sore ini," Aku mengoreksi, menarik kembali hanya cukup untuk memenuhi matanya. "Itu sore ini, Anda tahu — Kapan saya tersedot Anda off di meja Anda?""Oh, ya. Sepertinya aku ingat sesuatu seperti itu. Ini agak kabur, meskipun. Mungkin Anda dapat menyegarkan ingatan saya... lidah, ayam... ""Bagus mulut, Ryan. Apakah ibu Anda tahu kau seperti babi?"Ia menyalak keluar tertawa. "Jika cara dia melihat kami setelah kami kacau di coatroom pada pernikahan sepupu saya pada bulan Februari adalah indikasi, kemudian ya.""Saya tidak melihat Anda dalam dua minggu!" Aku berkata, merasa pipiku hangat. "Tidak terlihat begitu sombong, pantat Anda.""Tapi aku pantat Anda," katanya, dan ditekan ciuman berlama-lama bibir saya. "Tidak berpura-pura seperti Anda tidak menyukainya." Aku tidak bisa berdebat. Bennett mungkin telah menghabiskan waktu lebih out of Chicago daripada di dalamnya akhir-akhir ini, tapi dia adalah semua milikku. Ia tidak meninggalkan keraguan tentang hal itu. "Dan berbicara tentang keledai" — dia mengulurkan tangan dan diperas tambang, keras — "hal-hal yang aku akan lakukan untuk Anda malam ini..."Aku mulai untuk membalas — berpendapat atau mengatakan sesuatu yang pintar imbalan yang akan menempatkan saya kembali di kursi pengemudi verbal- tapi aku tidak bisa memikirkan apa pun."Yesus. Anda telah diam tertegun,"katanya, mata lebar kejutan. "Jika aku tahu itu adalah semua yang diperlukan untuk mendapatkan kedamaian dan ketenangan, aku akan membawa ini sampai berabad-abad lalu.""... Um." Aku membuka dan menutup mulut saya beberapa kali tapi tidak keluar. Ini adalah baru. Ketika oven timer memotong melalui udara, aku memaksakan diri untuk menarik diri, masih sedikit kehilangan keseimbangan.Aku menarik roti dari oven dan dikeringkan pasta, merasa Bennett naik di belakang saya lagi. Dia ketagihan dagu bahu saya, membungkus lengannya di sekitar pinggang."Anda bau begitu baik," katanya. Mulutnya kembali untuk bekerja pada leher saya, tangan mulai lambat keturunan ke kelim rok saya. Aku lebih dari sedikit tergoda untuk membiarkan dia selesai.Sebaliknya, saya mengangguk untuk talenan. "Dapatkah Anda menyelesaikan salad bagi saya, silakan?"Dia mengerang dan melonggarkan dasi, dengusan sesuatu yang tidak dapat dimengerti karena ia mulai bekerja di konter berlawanan.Pita beraroma bawang putih uap meringkuk dari mangkuk sebagai I melemparkan pasta dan saus bersama-sama, mencoba untuk menjernihkan kepalaku. Seperti biasa, itu tidak mungkin ketika dia berada di dekatnya. Ada sesuatu tentang Ryan Bennett yang tampaknya untuk menghisap semua udara keluar dari ruangan.Saya telah mengejutkan oleh seberapa keras aku telah jatuh untuknya, dan akhir-akhir ini aku kehilangan dia begitu banyak ketika dia pergi. Kadang-kadang aku akan berbicara dengan kamarku kosong. "Bagaimana Apakah hari Anda?" Saya akan bertanya. "Asisten baru saya lucu," Aku akan mengatakan. Atau: "Apartemen saya selalu ini tenang?"Hari-hari lain, ketika aku telah mengenakan kemeja tidur begitu banyak kali, itu telah kehilangan bau nya, saya akan pergi ke tempatnya. Saya akan duduk di kursi besar yang tampak keluar atas Danau, dan bertanya-tanya apa yang dia lakukan. Bertanya-tanya apakah itu mungkin baginya untuk kehilangan saya bahkan sebagian kecil sebanyak aku rindu padanya. Yesus. Aku tidak pernah digunakan untuk mengerti wanita yang bertindak seperti ini ketika pacar mereka bepergian. Aku digunakan untuk hanya menganggap itu adalah kesempatan yang baik untuk tidur malam yang penuh dan downtime.Entah bagaimana, Bennett telah berhasil bekerja jalannya ke dalam setiap bagian dari hidupku. Ia adalah orang yang sama keras kepala, didorong ia selalu, dan saya mencintai bahwa ia tidak mengubah siapa dia hanya karena kami bersama-sama. Dia memperlakukan saya sebagai setara, dan meskipun aku tahu ia mencintaiku lebih dari apa pun, dia tidak pernah memotong padaku kendur. Untuk itu aku mencintainya bahkan lebih.Aku membawa kita piring ke meja dan menoleh kembali bahu saya. Bennett masih menggerutu dirinya sebagai dia iris tomat."Anda masih mengeluh?" Saya bertanya."Tentu." Dia membawa salad berakhir, memukul pantat saya sebelum menarik keluar kursi saya.Dia dituangkan kita masing-masing segelas anggur sebelum menjatuhkan ke dalam kursi depan saya. Bennett melihat saya ambil sip, matanya bergerak dari saya, bibir saya, dan kembali lagi. Senyum manis yang menarik di sudut mulut-Nya, tapi kemudian ia tampak berkedip kembali ke dalam fokus, mengingat sesuatu. "Aku sudah berarti untuk bertanya kepada Anda, cara 's Sara?"Sara Dillon telah lulus dari program MBA yang sama yang saya punya, tapi sejak kiri RMG bekerja untuk perusahaan lain. Ia adalah salah satu sahabat saya, dan Bennett menawarkannya posisi Direktur Keuangan di cabang baru tapi dia telah menolak dia, tidak ingin meninggalkan keluarganya dan hidup ia di Chicago. Dia tidak menyalahkan dirinya, tentu saja, tetapi sebagai hari besar menarik lebih dekat dan kami masih tidak menemukan siapa pun, aku tahu ia mulai khawatir.I shrugged, remembering the conversation I’d had with her earlier that day. Sara’s douchebag of a fiancé had been photographed kissing another woman, and it seemed Sara might really be seeing what the rest of us had suspected for years: Andy was a cheating dick.“She’s okay, I guess. Andy still claims he was set up. The other woman’s name still pops up in the paper every week. You know Sara. She’s not going to show the world how she feels, but I can tell she’s completely shattered over this.”He hummed, considering. “Think she’s finally done? No more taking him back?”“Who knows? They’ve been together since she was twenty-one. If she hasn’t left him by now then maybe she’ll stay with him forever.”“Wish I’d gone with my gut and knocked him on his ass at the Smith House event last month. What a miserable sleaze.”“I’ve tried to talk her into coming to New York but . . . she’s so stubborn.”“Stubborn? I can’t possibly see why the two of you are friends,” he deadpanned.I threw a cherry tomato at him.