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She lifted the menu from the table, her fingers playing with the leather edges. A smile curved her lips.
“Excited?”
“That I’m about to eat fancy seafood for free? Heck yeah,” she said.
A light thread of amusement worked its way down his body. He’d been in a different path for the last several years, and the financial struggle from the past seemed so far removed at times. Being with her made him feel grateful for all he’d achieved. Reminded him of what he used to wish for, for so many years. Though one childhood wish no amount of money ever brought—a present father. And never would.
“You almost make it seem like you don’t want to be with me,” he said, thinning his lips in dramatic fashion to keep the light tone in their conversation.
“I’m sure your ego can take that hit,” she said.
“You enjoy putting me in my place, don’t you?”
The waiter came and got their drink orders. He ordered a bottle of wine and appetizers.
“Not sure oyster was a good call,” she said when the waiter left.
“Why not?”
She leaned in, speaking in a low voice. “Because I’ve never had it before.”
“You’ll enjoy it. It’s also known as an aphrodisiac.”
“You think that’s true?”
“We’ll see,” he said, biting his tongue not to admit he thought the aphrodisiac theory was bullshit. Merde. Attraction was either there or not, and a piece of shellfish wouldn’t change a thing. But the mysterious glint in her eyes awakened something deep inside him, and he didn’t want to end the zany energy flowing between them. “Scared?”
“Why? Will a random piece of oyster make me want to jump over the table and kiss you?” she said, her voice was playful at the end, but before she questioned him, it grew thicker, like the meaning behind her words hit her. She could try and play cool all she wanted, but the same ravenous lust running through his veins ran through hers. All she needed to do was accept it and address it head-on. No denying. No avoiding.
“I was hoping we’d get there without the oysters, but when it comes to you, I’m taking any help I can get.”
A shade of pink spread over her cheeks and quickly trailed down her neck. That sensual atmosphere engulfed them again, and when the sommelier approached with the bottle of wine for him to do the bouquet, he barely registered it. He went through the motions, tasting the wine without removing his gaze from hers.
When the sommelier left, he raised his glass to hers. “A toast, ma chère. To getting all the help I can.”
She lifted her glass and touched his with a soft clink, then took it to her mouth. Images of her pillowy lips on his, then down his neck and chest, tracing a path to his cock unfurled in his mind. He had a generous drink of his wine, heat welling up inside, and not because of the alcohol.
The waiter brought the appetizers, oysters and all.
She took one and swallowed it.
“Anything?” he asked, only half-jokingly, hoping that by some miraculous turn of events, the small bite would provoke an immediate, visceral response from her.
She smiled. “Maybe I’m immune to oysters.”
Immune to oysters, but not to him. And he had to show it to her—even if he couldn’t touch her first. “D’accord. Though here I was, foolishly hoping you’d make do on your promise to jump on my lap.”
“That was never a promise.”
“No. Just a wish. From both of us.”
She took a deep breath, and he noticed the slight jump of the vein in her soft neck. Desire stirred in his body, his cock twitching, and a rush of blood raced south. He played with the stem of the glass, running his long finger up and down, wishing that was her bare back. He’d love to deposit kisses on her shoulder, then work his way down. Some would be quick and chaste, some, open mouthed and wet.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice throaty.
“How I want you to come close to me. Kiss your sexy lips… and discreetly so others won’t notice, run my fingers down your body, until I find your chatte. Your… pussy,” he said, drawling the last word. “Then, I’d slide my fingers inside, and fuck you, slowly at first, but then, when I saw the need in your eyes, the flush on your face, I’d know it’s time, and I’d move faster.”
She tilted her head, like she took in every word he said. “Then what?”
