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He smirked, and I stuck out my tongue at him.
West took my hand and guided me to the table.
“Wait, we’re eating naked?”
“More than that. You’re going to eat while sitting in my lap.”
“Why? I’ll probably end up spilling something on you or me, and I’d rather not get chili anything in certain places.”
“I’ll protect your pussy with a napkin. As for anywhere else, that’s what showers are for, Emilia. Just imagine—you wet and slippery, making it easy for me to tease you to a fever pitch. Then I’d kneel and lap between your thighs as you hold my head close, keeping me prisoner until you cry out my name again.”
My cheeks heated. “You keep saying these things as if they’re bad.”
“Such a dirty girl. I like it.” He kissed me. “But food first. And us both staying naked means we don’t have to dress and undress all over again, wasting precious time. And I want all the time I can get with you in this room.”
I knew he had to mean sex and more sex. Except a small part of me wondered if I could have both the commanding man in the bedroom and the man who sang Disney songs in the car or who got into a water fight with his son.
No.I needed to stop thinking of the future. For so many reasons, it wouldn’t work, wouldn’t last.
West released my hand to retrieve a towel from the bathroom—his condom was gone when he returned—and lay it down on the chair. He grunted. “I don’t want to know who else has sat their bare asses here.”
“Maybe you should’ve brought a black light. That would’ve shown you everything that’s gone on here.”
“No way. I don’t want to think of any other guy’s cum on the bed, or wherever the hell they spread it.”
He grabbed my hand again. Once he lowered down, he pulled me onto his lap so that I sat on one leg, with my legs between his thighs.
Which put my leg against his already hard cock.
For some reason, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of eating naked with a hard-on. Not for the first time, I was glad I wasn’t born a man.
West lightly tugged my hair. “Now what are you thinking about?”
Since we’d agreed on honesty, I didn’t hesitate. “You’re just sitting here, eating lunch with a naked woman in your lap, and a dick like stone just chilling there.”
“The only time I get hard at a table is when you’re sitting at it.”
His gaze turned intense, and I remembered all the times I’d caught him staring at me over dinner at the Wolfe place, and shivered. “I’m a sure thing for the next couple of days, so you don’t need to keep dropping one-liners like that.”
I reached for my takeout container as West said, “I’m just being honest, Emmy. You’re so fucking beautiful and smart and kind. Why wouldn’t I want you?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say because I only brought trouble to those who loved me. Not that West felt that way about me, but it was all too easy to imagine dating and falling for him.
No.Wanting to distract him, I speared my fork with a bit of the burrito covered in sauce and cheese and raised it to his mouth.
West raised his brows. “You’re feeding me?”
“Well, it’s selfish, really. You need your strength if you’re going to make me orgasm that hard again.”
With a growl, he took the food off my fork as his hand caressed my waist. Such a simple touch, somewhere between possessive and comfort, in that way trusting couples had.
I quickly shoveled some food into my mouth.
Whether from hunger or just impatience to fuck again, we both fell mostly silent and ate quickly. I was beyond full and, without thinking, laid my head on West’s shoulder and closed my eyes.
His hands went to my waist and back, caressing me softly, gently, adoringly.
I sighed, taking a second to memorize everything about this moment. It was one I’d remember for a long time, maybe even the rest of my life.
