He was waiting for her to respond with some bark of laughter or scoff at his ridiculously thought. He was waiting for any sign from her that he was a perverted immature hockey player who said a fantasy out loud that he should've kept to himself. But there was no response, and he wasn't sure if that was better or worse.
Ryan finally pulled himself together enough to get the courage to look at her again. She was staring at him — intently. He could see her chest rising and falling as she started to breathe more heavily, her breasts straining against that thin white tank top. Her mouth was slightly open, her cheeks flush.
"It's too early in the morning for barbecue sauce, but I think I still have some donuts left."
He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. That was not how he expected this to play out at all. Lucy was supposed to say something flippant and stupid and shoot down this idea of his. Instead, she was making him hungry, and his biggest hunger was for her. So to have Lucy just toss out that kind of response in such a nonchalant way? His brain wasn't totally computing what was going on. His cock, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening.
He could feel Lucy's hand reach over to grab his, her fingers blatantly grazing against his manhood rising against his shorts. There was no doubt that she knew the kind of effect she was having on him.
"You don't have to leave just yet, do you?"
Her voice was soft and silky. He could only respond by wordlessly shaking his head "no."
"Would you like to come inside for a little bit?"
Dammit. This woman was driving him crazy and he couldn't resist her. He didn't want to resist her.
He grabbed her hand and pushed himself out of the chair, finally opening his eyes to look down at her. She was staring back, her pupils turning into dark pools of desire. He tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, her body responding to his touch. She really did want this. He really wanted it too, wanted her for all he could give her, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
