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His entire chest fills and empties on a sigh.
“Dare, I’ve been in the industry for years now. I’ve seen what malnutrition does to a body. It can really damage you.”
“I’ll eat after,” he argues.
I tryso hardnot to picture what he’s intending to eat ‘before’.
“I’m not happy about it either,” I sign. “Ifsomeonehad been feeding himself instead of getting buried in work like a zombie, we’d be having a different conversation right now.”
His eyes narrow. “Ifsomeonehad told me earlier that they were still single and not dating their male best friend, I wouldn’t have had to bury myself in work.”
“Do you really want to play blame games? Right now?”
“No. I really want you naked. Underneath me. Upstairs.”
Heat blasts my face and I push his hand down. “Dare!”
A quick glance around reveals that no one is looking.
He captures my wrist and signs with his other hand. “No one can understand us.”
Which makes it even more scandalous.
He keeps a firm hold on my hand. That dangerous, dark look is back in his eyes. How on earth did he show such self-restraint when this insatiable beast was inside him all along?
Dare gestures for me to come over.
“Where?”
He doesn’t expound until I get up from the table. He guides me to his side of the booth and tugs me into the seat beside him. I fall with a plop. That’s still not enough for him. Dare winds his hands around my lower hip and jerks me close. Everywhere from my thighs to my arms touches his.
He nods as if satisfied and avoids the glare I’m sending his way. Probably because he’s too busy rubbing a circle in my knee.
My needy body screams in time to each completed circumference. Since when did he get so good at… signing with one hand?
“You looked beautiful in the show,” he signs, twisting his body so he can face me. “You were magnificent.”
“You were there?”
He nods.
“You were late. I was hoping you’d be there from the beginning.”
“Were you waiting for me?”
“I had this whole routine planned out with placards and everything.”
“You did?” His eyes glisten.
“I did.”
“You’ll have to show me next time.”
I don’t have a response. His caresses have moved up my thigh now, so dangerously close to where I need him to be.
Heart thumping, I press my thighs together to keep him from going into public indecency territory. I don’t want any more visits from the Uruguayan police. Plus I’m sure all the nice tourists don’t want their vacation in South America ending with Richard Sullivan the Second going to Richard Sullivan thethird-basewith his girlfriend in the hotel restaurant.
I shoot Dare a warning glance.
