God help him.
He deliberately focused on dinner.Anything other than the sensual daze she’d plunged him into.
When he’d insisted she move in with him, he hadn’t thought through everything that would be involved.He’d figured out how to share the closet and the bathroom and mentally sorted through the logistics of sharing an office.But he hadn’t considered the small, intimate moments such as sharing a pot of coffee, a fine merlot, or deciding what to eat for dinner.He’d never imagined she’d put on his clothes, or that she’d look so fucking hot when she did.
He had the sensation that he was in emotional quicksand, and he’d walked in willingly.
“Where are the plates?”she asked.
When he didn’t respond right away, she drew her eyebrows together.“What?Seeing me half-naked is bothering you?”she asked, voice light with teasing.
“I may put you in a snowsuit,” he said.
“But then you won’t see my nipples, all hard from the scratchiness of your shirt.”
“Some Doms like to put electrical tape on their sub’s nipples.”
She gasped.
“Don’t push me, little Lara.I will find a way to avoid temptation.”Or maybe he’d skip that and just keep her tied up and fucked all day, every day.The second thought appealed to him most of all.
“Looks yummy,” she said, flipping open the lid of the pizza box.“You were in charge of the plates,” she reminded him.
“Plates,” he repeated, and she laughed.
He shook his head to clear his brain circuits and took down plates from a cabinet.Then he pulled a shaker of Parmesan cheese from the refrigerator and put it on the counter.
She scooped out a slice of the pizza for him then selected one for herself.
“Cheese?”he offered.
“No, thanks.”The box had several packets of crushed red pepper tucked inside.She picked up one, ripped it open, then she covered her entire slice with the spicy stuff.
“I wouldn’t be able to eat for a week if I did that.”
“They’re delicious.Lots of nutrients.”
“Sure.”
“No.Really.They have vitamin A”—she tipped her head to the side—“and anti-inflammatory properties.”Not waiting until they moved from the kitchen counter, she took a big bite, and her eyes instantly watered.“That one was hot.”She started to cough.
“CPR is not on the menu,” he cautioned.
“How about mouth-to-mouth?”
“That could be.”
She looked at the pizza then back at him.That made her laugh, and the combination of that with her coughing made him hurry to fetch her a small glass of milk.
“Drink.”
She downed it in two gulps, and the coughing stopped.
“Your milk mustache is attractive.”
She ripped off a square from the paper towel roll and immediately pressed it to her lips.After she pulled it back, she looked at it then glared at him.“There was no milk mustache.”
“No.There wasn’t.But that look on your face was priceless.”
