“Food and sex,” he murmurs. “I never understood why people have to demonize something meant to be enjoyed.”
I WANT her. Fuck, do I want her. I watch pleasure flash across her face as she chews, and my mind instantly conjures an image of her enjoying a different kind of pleasure. It was too dark outside the club, and I wanted to see more. I want to know how she looks when she comes. I could hardly give my attention to her face while mine was buried between her legs. And then her confession pretty much spoiled the rest of my plans.
I can’t take her virginity, and if I would have known earlier…
No, I can’t lie to myself and say that I’d have resisted. Asher warned me off and I still didn’t stay away. I needed her tonight. Needed to escape in her, and she proved to be so much better an escape than tequila.
Her eyes stay on me as I work. I’m so hard and so uninterested in this food. All that interests me is being inside her. I can only imagine how good she’d feel. As fucking tight as she was around my fingers, as much as she responded to my touch, she’s a fucking fantasy. And I’d watch that sweetness in her eyes turn to heat as I slowly stretched her out.
I have to get my head together. If I study her lips for another minute, I’m either going
to lose my mind or kiss her, and we both know it wouldn’t end with a kiss. I add wine and cream over the chicken and whisk it into a sauce before adding the asparagus to the pan. When it’s all ready, I place it on small plates that I take to the suite’s dining table.
Hanna hops off the stool and walks over to join me, the shirt shifting with every step to reveal another inch of her thighs before hiding it again.
She heads to the chair opposite me, and I say, “Nuh-uh. Come here, gorgeous.” I drag the chair between us a little closer to mine.
She grins as she sits. “Okay. If you don’t bite.”
“I never made any such promise.”
“Oh. Well, in that case.” She scoots the chair another inch closer and traces the numbers tattooed on my chest. “What are these?”
“My son’s birthday.”
Her lips part in surprise, and she studies the numbers again. “You have a son?”
I nod and swallow the thick knot in my throat. I don’t tell many women about my son. Not because he’s a secret, but because he’s none of their business. Telling Hanna about him feels like cutting myself open and exposing my soul for her inspection.
“He’s an amazing little kid. Wicked smart, clever, great sense of humor if you aren’t too mature to laugh about bodily functions.”
She grins. “What’s his name?”
“Collin.”
“And have you introduced him to Star Wars yet?” she asks, her face a mask of seriousness.
“Not yet,” I murmur. “I will when he’s ready.”
Her smile lights up her face and her laughter fills the room.
I’m so done for. “Wanna talk about the boyfriend who’s not really a boyfriend anymore?” It’s not my style to ask about old boyfriends, but I need to get my mind off the bed waiting for us in the next room and the sounds she made when I used my tongue between her legs.
Frowning, she pokes at her food, so I scoop up a bite on my fork and offer it to her. She parts her lips and closes them over the tines so slowly that my brain slingshots right back to the shower, to Hanna on her knees, her lips stretched around my cock.
“You are such a good cook,” she says on a moan. She chews slowly, and when she swallows, she sighs and shrugs. “I don’t want to talk about Max. He screwed up, but he’s not a bad guy. In fact…” She pokes at her food again.
“I promise it was dead before I put it in the pan.” That earns me a smile. I love washing the sadness from her face. More than I should.
“Maggie took Asher home with her the first night they met.” She keeps her eyes on the table and smiles softly. “She stripped and told him she wanted him.”
“Seems like that worked out for them.”
She nods. “But I’m not like that. Maggie knows men want her. Knows it. I’ve never had that kind of confidence, and for months, I’ve been holding back with Max and…”
“He broke up with you because you wouldn’t have sex with him?”
Her head snaps up and her eyes meet mine. “No. I broke up with him.”