“When you saw it, though, it was probably across the room, right? Not right next to you,” Pierce said.
“Yes.” Her heartbeat kicked up a notch.
“Do you think it was the little girl rumored to be here?” Pierce’s eyes practically glowed with giddiness. He really did enjoy this. His claims in the car weren’t far-fetched. The empty dining room, wine, and low lighting had her downright optimistic.
She shook her head. “I never got a really good look at it.”
“You’ll have to record this in your case log back in the room.”
“Definitely…about that room, there’s only one bed.” She rubbed the hem of her shirt.
“Yes, but it’s massive. These older buildings don’t exactly do the two-double-bed thing.”
“So, we’re going to share?” Her temperature spiked.
; “I promise you this. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she mumbled under her breath.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.”
She opened her mouth to speak, and the waiter returned with their plates.
Dodged that bullet.
“Here you are, ma’am, medium-well.” He rested the plate down in front of her, and she inhaled the mouthwatering fragrance. “And medium-rare for you, sir.” Their waiter, Jim, set Pierce’s plate down and straightened. “Is there anything else I can get either of you?”
Pierce glanced at her, and she shook her head.
“No, I think we’re good for now, Jim. Thank you.” Jim walked back into the kitchen, and the sound of silverware against plates filled the air.
Demi swallowed and moaned. “This is phenomenal. The tender meat all but melts in your mouth.”
“Agreed.” He placed a piece of steak in his mouth and hummed. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and she pressed her thighs together to stop the dull throb, steadily growing. Full, pink, slightly pouty, and begging for action, his lips were lethal. His tongue darted out to catch a wayward droplet of white wine, and she all but purred. Now that she knew what his lips could do, her mind was trapped in the gutter. He was thick and long. She wanted to expose him to the light and taste him with her tongue. If this weekend did end up being all they had, she didn’t want to miss out.
“You have naughtiness in your eyes,” Pierce said.
“Are you protesting?”
“No.” His eyes darkened with lust.
Her nipples peaked, and she closed her eyes as his words seduced her. I always was a sucker for a well-turned phrase. Unable to return with a witty retort, she took another bite of food and ignored the rich chuckle that came from across the table. He affected her on a primal level she’d never encountered. The other men she’d dated had been fun distractions who scratched an itch. She wasn’t a prude or a stranger to sex, fast, dirty, and satisfying. But she’d always known walking away wouldn’t be an issue. Pierce didn’t allow her that thought.
A warm breeze tickled the hair on the back of her neck. Her stomach settled, and calm reigned. Did the wine come in for a second wave? Her nose twitched. A floral scent filled the air. Her body became hot, and the world spun. She blinked.
“Demi?”
She gripped the arms of her chair, relieved when the sensation faded. “Sorry, I got a little light-headed there.” She pressed her palm to her cheek.
“You sure you’re okay?” Pierce leaned in and took her hand.
“Yes, too much wine on an empty stomach I think. It’s balancing itself out now. “
He watched her suspiciously as they finished off their meal. The experience had been strange, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they were already falling prey to a paranormal phenomenon.
Once inside their room, Pierce closed the door and turned toward her.