“I want to fuck you so badly,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, licking just under it. A knock at the door saves her from responding. I don’t remove her from my lap, though. For the first time in my life, I’m selfish and loving it. “Come in.”
Stephen walks in with a cup of coffee for both of us. “Where is my sister?”
“She’s outside talking to some guy. I don’t know him, but he heard about the fire and got here immediately.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” He leaves us, closing the door behind him. Reluctantly I set Lia on her seat before saying, “Let’s find out who he is and then go home.” I have a sinking feeling it’s Phil. He’s the only man I know who would rush to see my sister. Fuck, the man makes an excuse to deliver her things when he owns the company. Taking Lia’s hand, I walk out, and Phil’s taking my sister to the elevators.
“Whoa. Where the hell are you going?” I shout, stopping them in their tracks.
“I’m taking your sister to lunch,” he growls.
“How did you know about the fire?” I challenge. I have my suspicions about his feelings, but I have to be sure he doesn’t have ulterior motives.
“I came to the café and saw the firemen working, so I came straight here.”
“You better not hurt her.”
“On my life.” I knew that son of a bitch wanted my sister. If he’s feeling a tenth of what I’m feeling, then he’s probably losing his mind.
I let them leave after giving Brie a hug. “How about I take you out to lunch too? I’m sure you’re hungry.”
“I am. Besides, it’ll help slow us down.”
I scoff at that nonsense. The second I have her alone again, I’m sure we’ll both be panting until we pass out. “For as long as it takes us to eat,” I whisper in her ear. Lia shivers with a tiny smile on her face. She can hide it all she wants, but my woman wants my dick as much as I want to give it to her. “Come on, Lia.”
I give Stephen a list of directions for the rest of the day. I’ll be out for the next two days, so I’ll leave him to handle the basics and send me anything via email that needs my immediate attention.
I lead her out of the building, and we walk to the local diner just down the street in the opposite direction of the café and her school. They’ve got some great simple homestyle foods that make my mouth water. Although, I have something much more mouthwatering in my grasp that I can’t wait to taste.
Pulling open the door, I see it’s pretty busy. I wonder if my sister and Phil are here, but I don’t give it too much thought because my eyes are trained on Lia’s profile. God, she’s beautiful, naturally beautiful.
The hostess I see almost every time I stop in greets us. “Hello, Mr. Williams. Table for two?”
“Yes, my wife and I are famished.”
“Wife? I didn’t know you married. Congratulations.” She may have plastered that smile on her face, but I can read people. She’s disappointed. I’m a good looking guy, but I’ve never made a point of leading women to believe I was interested.
“Breaking hearts,” Lia mutters as we walk behind the hostess to the table.
“Hardly.”
We sit down, and the hostess hands us each a menu with a promise to return to take our order in a minute. As soon as the hostess is out of hearing distance, Lia leans forward over her menu and whispers, “You have to stop calling me your wife. People are going to believe it.”
I lean in, inches from her face, and smile. “They should, and so should you because we’re going to get married one day—very soon.”
She sits back in her chair, shaking her head, but she’s grinning. “I think you’re nuts.”
“And yet, you’re still here.” I wink at her and check out the menu.
Less than a minute passes when she sighs and says, “Yeah, well. I’m not sure I’m feeling sane, either.”
I lift my head, staring at her. It takes me a minute to get my brain functioning. The idea that she’s interested almost as much as I am goes straight to my balls. I want to drag her on my lap and let her feel how crazy I am right now. “Good.”
Another waitress comes over to take our order. “I’ll take the brunch special,” Lia orders.
“I’ll have the same.” I guess the hostess was too upset to come back. Fuck it, it’s for the best. I don’t want anyone upsetting Lia.
Once she leaves us, I ask, “So tell me about you.”
“I’m an only child raised by my grandparents who live in Chicago like you guessed earlier.”
“Whoa? What brings you all the way to Texas?” I don’t want to ask about her parents because it’s more than likely a sore subject.