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“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No. It would’ve been pretty lonely if not for Roni and Lydia.”
Hunter quirked an eyebrow. “Roni and Lydia?”
Jeanette pointed to the brownie. “Eat and I’ll tell you about them.”
He liked to hear that commanding tone in her voice. It made him curious whether he could get her to use it more often, maybe in bed. “That’s blackmail,” he said, as he became aware of how easily she had him wrapped around her little finger and didn’t even know it.
She crossed her arms over her breasts, inadvertently drawing his attention to the soft mounds. A few delicate buttons and a little lace, that’s all that kept him away from creamy perfection. Easy, boy.
“Do you want to know about my friends or not?”
Friends, right. Damn, he couldn’t seem to keep his head out of his pants for five frigging minutes. Hunter picked up the spoon and scooped up some of the brownie and whipped cream combination, then brought the spoon to Jeanette’s lips. “Help me eat it.”
“You want to feed me?”
“Yes. Now open those lovely lips, sweetness.”
Jeanette dropped her arms and leaned forward. She opened her mouth and Hunter slid the spoon over her tongue. As she closed her lips around the sweet morsel, Hunter’s cock throbbed and hardened. An image of her on her knees sucking his dick sprang to mind. He wondered if she could take all of him. Suck him down her throat. If not he could sure let her practice on him. He was all about practice.
Slowly pulling the spoon from between her plump lips, he watched in heated fascination as her tongue dipped out and took in a drop of cream. He wondered if she were trying to drive him crazy or if it was purely an accident.
“Watching you is making me damned hungry,” he admitted, his voice rough with arousal.
“Then maybe you should taste the brownie, Hunter,” she murmured.
He dropped the spoon and reached across the white laminate tabletop. Taking her face in his palms, he growled, “Fuck the brownie. I want you.”
“I-I don’t know about this.”
The pulse beating erratically in her neck begged to be nibbled on. “Yes, you do,” he whispered. “You never would’ve let me come back after hours if you didn’t already know.”
Jeanette closed her eyes tight. A few seconds passed before she opened them again. “I won’t lie. I do want you, Hunter. I’m just not sure I can do this.”
His cock sat up and cheered at her rushed admission. “What can’t you do, sweetheart? Let me please you? That’s all I want. That’s all I’ve wanted for the last six months.”
“But this is so fast. I’ve never had casual sex. I need you to know that right now. It’s not that I’m against it, but I’m not the type to just…to just—”
“Fuck and then part ways?” he helpfully supplied.
“Yes!” she screamed, her breathing more rapid now.
Fueled by the fire in Jeanette’s eyes, Hunter stroked his thumb over her lower lip. Soft as satin and just plump enough to bite and tease. He had to grit his teeth against the little whimper she emitted. “Who said I want that?”
Her hands came up to grasp onto his forearms. “You mean you don’t?”
“I’m not interesting in a quickie at your little café, sweetheart. I’m not going to just take off on my motorcycle after I get you up against the wall either. I’m going to want a lot more of you than that.”
“You want more than one night?”
“Six months, Jeanette. I’ve got six months to make up for here.”
“What do you mean?”
“For the last six months I’ve been imagining fucking you.” It was crude, but he needed her to understand what she would be getting herself into. “Sixty different ways, baby, and even then I’m going to want more.” He leaned close and kissed her, a light peck to her lips meant to entice. “So, this is a really good time to tell me to go to hell. I’ll leave and I won’t bother you again. It’s your choice.”
Her choice? Send the man home or take him on. Could she handle him? The answer to that question was an unequivocal no, but sending him home seemed like a really stupid thing to do too. Hadn’t she been dying to make love to the hunky man? She’d even allowed herself to be suckered into the bet with Lydia and Roni because she’d wanted him so badly. The sad truth is, if Hunter hadn’t come on to her she’d still be trying to figure out how to ask him out.
