“Did that just make you wet for me, Megan?”
She blinks, flustered, and I give her a disarming grin. “I’m just messing with you,” I say, though I’m pretty fucking sure from the way she bites her lip that she’s turned on.
Good. After the way she reacted to that kiss from Tristan, I have to bring it. I was pissed this morning when I thought she’d be spending the entire day and night with him. But I found out real fast that the real twist was that I’d be showing up later.
Now we’re at Naoe on Brickell Key in Miami. And we have the entire restaurant to ourselves. Well, aside from the camera crew. But I’m not paying them any attention right now. All of my focus is on Megan.
I’m done holding it back. After that display in the room with fucking Tristan, I’m pulling out all the stops. Bringing my A-game. Showing her that I’m the one she wants.
Picking up a piece of sashimi with my chopsticks, I hold it up to Megan’s lips, watching as she opens up and lets me place it on her tongue.
Fuck. She makes me so goddamn hard. All I want right now is to crawl under this table and have a taste of her wet, pink folds. Because I guarantee she’s soaked right now.
“You like it?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I flash my dimples, already knowing she likes them. I’ve seen how she responds to me. Sliding closer to her in the booth, I lean down and whisper in her ear.
“How do you like it?”
I can actually hear her breath catch then speed up again in shallow pants.
“Soft? Smooth?” I trace the shell of her ear with my lips, letting my words caress her skin. “Or do you like it hard?”
“Madden,” she says, almost a moan. “What are you doing to me?”
I pull back, an innocent smile on my face. “Just discussing dinner, naturally.”
“Uh-huh.” She rolls her eyes.
“What do you want, Megan?” I shift gears, twirling a lock of her dark hair around my finger, bringing it to my nose and inhaling her scent while she watches me.
“To eat?” she stammers.
I shake my head. “No. What do you want out of this? Why are you here?”
She knows what I mean. And as much as I love flirting and messing with her, getting her all hot and bothered, I also want to get to know her better. I want her to see that I’m actually interested in more than just getting in her pants. I mean, I’ll be happy to do that, too. But I’m not a total douche. I can be a good guy when I want.
And for some reason, with Megan, I want to.
Well, to an extent. I also want to be really bad with her.
She looks down at her hands folded in her lap, then glances around the restaurant, presumably at the cameras, letting me know I’m about to get the canned response. “To be honest, Madden, I’m just looking for love.”
My eyes narrow slightly. Love. Huh. That’s an interesting angle she’s playing. But I know better after my little research session last night.
Then I grin again. “I can definitely show you some loving.”
She swats my arm, and I catch her wrist in my hand, bringing it up to my mouth. I flip it over and press my lips to the sensitive inner skin, scraping my teeth lightly over her wrist.
She shivers, and when she looks back up at me, her pupils are dilated.
Damn right, they are. Tristan may have the romantic angle down, but I know what this girl needs—someone like me to show her what it’s like to be desired.
“You look gorgeous tonight, Megan.” I finger the diamond necklace that I brought for her to wear. “This looks like it’s right where it belongs.”
She bites her lip. “Thank you. You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself.”
I rear back with a groan, clutching my chest like I’m mortally wounded. “Not too hard on the eyes? You can do better than that, can’t you?”