“Mmm. Let me try.” He leaned forward and licked the corner of her mouth.
God, she was on fire again. How was she going to get through this evening without fucking him silly? Had to be fair. Fair to Jon. If she fucked Bri, she’d have to… Oh God…
Distraction. She needed a distraction. She cleared her throat and prepared another piece of bruschetta. “Here, Bri.”
She held it out to him and he took a large bite, chewed and licked his lips. Her heart pounded. How did he manage to make eating look sexy as hell?
“It’s great,” he said. “Though I preferred to eat it off you.”
Heat slid to her pussy. The smoky aroma of roasted tomatoes and peppers in the arrabiata sauce tickled her nose. Spicy Italian cuisine and spicy hot man? A delicious combination. Brian poked his fork into the penne arrabiata and held it to Eve. She swallowed, letting the zesty flavor coat her tongue and throat.
“You eat like you dance.” Brian winked. “You give it your all. You savor each taste and texture. I love to watch you eat. Just like I love to watch you dance.”
Her cheeks warmed. “I’m thinking about opening a dance school.” Shit, she was babbling. “I could open a small studio and teach part-time for now. Then full-time after I’m done performing.”
“Done performing? What are you talking about?”
“Performers grow old quickly, you know. I’ve probably only got ten good years left as a dancer.”
“Old? You’re twenty-five, Eve. You light the world on fire with every shimmy, every flutter. Don’t ever stop dancing.”
She laughed. “No one wants to watch an old lady shake her booty.”
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p; “You think thirty-five will be old?”
“In the dance world, yeah, thirty-five is old. That’s when dancers start to get face lifts and tummy tucks. Frankly, I don’t want to do any of that.”
He smiled his gorgeous smile. “You have the sexiest belly I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. But then, you already know how I feel about your belly. About all of you.”
She let out her breath in a whoosh and shook her head. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?” “This. All of this. That you love me. That Jon loves me.”
Brian tensed at the mention of Jon. Just slightly, but Eve noticed the cords in his neck tighten. Eve noticed everything about Brian.
“Tell me something.” He took a sip of wine. “What do you love about dancing?”
“You know why I dance, Bri. We’ve talked about it a million times. The same reason you play. We’re artists. The dance calls to me.”
“You’re right.” He took a bite of pasta and swallowed. “I guess what I really want to know is”—he hedged a little—“do you ever dance for…me?”
Her nipples burned through her bra. Did she dance for him? Only all the time. “Yeah. I dance for you.” And for Jon, but that was better kept to herself right now. “Every time, Brian.”
His eyes simmered. “That’s why I play piano, did you know that? I play for you. You’re in every note, every melody.” He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Every beat of every rhythm.” He traced her jawline with sensual precision. “And every beat of my heart.”
Chills skittered across her skin. Her heart thundered. “Brian, that’s the sweetest, most tender thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“I love you, Eve. I knew it was wrong. I knew our agreement. But I can’t help it. I see you every day. I watch how you take care of Jonny and me. And this place. You give your all to us, just like you give your all to dancing.” He chuckled and dropped his gaze to her plate of pasta. “To eating.” He cupped her cheeks with both hands. “How could I not fall in love with you?”
Her insides turned to mush, and a pang of longing shot through her. She loved this man so fucking much. “Oh, Brian.”
He pulled her face to his in a crushing kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, swept over every crevice. It was a forceful, demanding kiss. A kiss from a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
Her. He wanted her. And God help her, she wanted him. Wanted to fuck him hard. Fuck him fast. Fuck him all night long. She summoned every last drop of strength she possessed and ripped her mouth from his. “The rest of our dinner—”
“Can wait.” He drew a ragged breath. “Do you want me, Eve? Do you want to make love with me?”