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I stifle a growl, then lift the bite. She opens, graciously allowing me to feed her. Her lips wrap around the fork tines seductively, reminding me how she pulled the lime from my mouth that first night at the Sassy Parrot.
Her green eyes glance toward the ceiling while she swirls the lush goodness around in her mouth. She stares blankly at me for a few long seconds, her expression giving nothing away. My gaze catches on her pillowy lips as her pink tongue peeks out to wipe the small smear of whipped cream.
I lean forward, my eyes beseeching. “Well?”
Instead of answering, she lifts her index finger in front of her and rises from the table. She returns a few seconds later with her phone in hand.
“Mia, come on. You’re killing me here. Have pity, woman. Do you love it, or do you love it?”
“I’ll answer you in the way you’re most likely to understand.”
Then she taps the screen, and music fills the air.
Once the song’s title dawns on me, I break out in unrestrained laughter. “Is this directed at me or you?”
Adding to the suspense, she makes me wait a few seconds longer before finally admitting, “It’s directed at me. It’s akick in the headthat I haven’t been lusting over pie all my life. That’s fucking delicious.”
“Ain’t that a Kick in the Head” by Dean Martin plays from the bluetooth speaker.
Feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof, I stand and extend my hand. “May I have this dance?”
This song was made for the foxtrot. I can’t let the moment pass.
She sweeps her vision around the room, either trying to find the exit or ensuring no one is watching. I’m not sure which. Ultimately, she lifts one shoulder and takes my hand, letting me pull her to her feet.
With one hand wrapped around her lat muscle and the other holding her hand out right below shoulder height, I pull her close and start swaying to the music. Nothing fanciful, just a back-and-forth slide at first, then I work us into a basic box step.
She’s got some work to do if she wants to keep up with me, but she has natural rhythm. It gives me enough to work with.
This might be our first dance, but it won’t be our last. I’ll be spinning Mia around the kitchen until we’re old and gray. I feel it in my bones.
With our vision locked and wearing matching grins, we glide across the tile. She giggles when I adjust my grip to spin her out, then yank her to my chest. The way her breasts slam into me is more appetizing than the luscious pie on the table.
I tuck her hand close to my chest and rest my cheek against the crown of her head. Closing my eyes, I let the music and the moment put a cap on a perfect evening.
By the time we hit the last chorus, she’s mimicking my slight rise and fall.
When the song ends, I add the pizzazz she’s probably expecting and lower her in a dip, supporting her back with my splayed palm. Her cheeks glow, and her eyes sparkle. Pure joy radiates around us.
So this is what it’s like to fall in love.
I’ve waited for this moment my entire life. In her, I’ve found my forever.
“You’re not so bad, tiger.”
Resting her palms on my chest, she bats her lashes at me. “I might need some lessons. If you happen to know a good teacher.”
“No one dances with you but me. Got it?” There’s no anger in my tone, only a flirty heat.
She raises to her tiptoes, presenting her lips in an offered kiss. “If you insist, stud.”
I kiss her eagerly, willingly falling further under her spell.
After we return to the table, we dig into our dessert.
“So Kate said it went well with your mom, huh?” she asks between bites.
“Better than I dared to hope. Thanks for helping me find her.”
