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It didn’t seem like her earlier flippant remarks had bothered him and she was glad they hadn’t. “Yes, I think you can handle it,” she said, wishing her gaze wasn’t drawn to the hand that had picked up his fork. Why on earth would she think he had sexy fingers?
When he smiled over at her, flutters invaded her stomach. “Maybe, but I’ll be hitting the hotel’s fitness room in the morning,” he teased.
She watched as he sliced into the cake with his fork and then slid a bite into his mouth. Seeing the way his lips parted sent an intense throbbing between her legs. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. Not with Benson or Hoyle and she’d seen both men eat. In fact, the way Hoyle had chomped on his food had been annoying.
“This is delicious, Nadia.” He took another bite before glancing over at her with bunched brows. “Aren’t you going to eat any?” He was probably wondering why she was sitting there staring at him. Specifically, his mouth. Instead of answering, she nodded and reached out to pick up her fork.
“Don’t bother. I got this,” he said, leaning across the table to bring his fork with a bite of cake on it to her mouth.
She met his gaze. Did he not know how intimate such a thing was? It was his fork, the same one he’d used. He continued to hold the cake close to her mouth while she studied the look in his eyes, thinking there was something in the dark depths staring back at her. She didn’t want to consider the possibility of that being true. Her attraction to him was one thing. The thought the attraction might be reciprocated was something she wasn’t sure she could handle.
She could tell him thanks but no thanks, that she could very well slice into her cake and use her own fork. But there was something about the way he was staring at her and the patient way that cake was being held close to her lips. Sensations rushed through her at the thought of them sharing the same fork.
Without saying a word, she parted her lips and he fed her the cake.
The moment Nadia parted her lips Jaxon knew he’d made a mistake.
Or, maybe not if her soft moan was anything to go by. He had a feeling the sound wasn’t because her taste buds were exploding from the sensational flavor of the cake. Instead, he chose to believe it had everything to do with another type of sensation entirely. One he could feel himself. All the way down to his gut. And when her tongue darted out to grab a crumb left on the fork, he nearly lost it.
“You like it?” he asked her in a voice that sounded way too throaty for his own ears.
Still holding his gaze, she nodded and said, “Of course I like it. I baked it, didn’t I?”
He couldn’t help but smile at the bit of defiance in her voice. “Yes, you baked it.”
She then asked him in a somewhat mellow tone, “You liked it?”
He was trying like hell to concentrate on what she was saying and not how turned on he was getting each and every time her lips moved. “Yes. I told you it was delicious. Didn’t I?”
Then, as if she accepted his comeback as her due, she nodded and said, “Yes, you did. Thanks for letting me sample yours, but I can eat my own. I can also feed myself.”
“I know you can, but I enjoyed feeding you.”
“Why?”
She would have to ask. “I like the thought of us sharing the same fork.”
The surprised look on her face was priceless. It started at her eyes and then spread to her cheeks. Although his response had been honest, maybe he should not have been so bold. His only excuse was that at that moment...or any moment he was around her... Nadia had an impact not only on his male senses, but on his mind.
“Why?”
She was certainly asking a lot of questions. As far as he was concerned, he had no problem telling her whatever she wanted to know. He didn’t like playing games anyway. “For me, doing so was a form of intimacy. I wanted to know how you tasted and I wanted you to know the same about me.”
Before her mouth could form the wordwhy, he quickly added, “I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that I’m interested in you.” He wouldn’t go so far as to admit to falling in love with her. She wouldn’t believe him. However, he had no problem to at least admitting to being attracted to her. He had a strong feeling the attraction was mutual.
He saw a defiant look appear in the depths of her eyes before she placed her fork down. The gaze staring at him was sharp, like it might rip him to shreds at any moment. “You’re interested in me for what reason, Jaxon?”
He figured any other man would clam up under her piercing gaze. Instead, he was trying like hell to ignore a multitude of sensations escalating through him. Did she not feel the heat flowing between them? It was heat he welcomed, but he had a feeling she was fighting hard to control her reaction.
“For the reason any man would be interested in a woman, Nadia,” he said, then took a sip of wine.
Something flashed in her eyes. Was he mistaken or was it disappointment? If so, why? Granted, a number of people were never prepared for his outright honesty. He would have thought, however, that she would be. She didn’t come across as a woman who preferred a man spouting bullshit.
She sat up straight in her chair and her gaze sharpened even more. “If that’s your way of letting me know your interest in me is nothing more than sex, then let me set you straight. That’s not how I roll, and I’m disappointed you think that I do.” And then as if that ended the conversation, she picked up her fork and began eating her cake.
“Sex?” he asked, surprised. “What makes you think that’s my only interest in you?”
“What other interest would there be? You did mention the wordintimateearlier. And what’s more intimate than sex?” she asked. “Just so you know, the last man I invited to dinner who assumed it was all about sex was asked to leave. Should I show you to the door as well?”
