“Fuckwad.”
He laughed at that one. “Gorgeous. Makes me want to lick you right up.” He stared at her breasts, pleased to see her nipples despite the weave of her sweater. Then he glanced at her crotch and licked his lips. “I’m thinking I’m going to want dessert. A couple helpings, at least.”
“Sure you’ll have room for it?” she taunted. “I mean, you just had a lot of lettuce.”
“Now who’s the smartass?”
She snickered. “I’m going to get more wine.”
“Good. You get nice and loopy so I can properly take advantage of you after dinner.”
“Convinced you have me pegged as easy, don’t you?”
“How could I have you pegged, Ann?” He checked on the beets so he wouldn’t reach for her again. He’d cooked them down earlier, so he needed nothing more than a little warm up and some seasoning. The steaks looked almost ready as well.
“Just because you came like a rocket doesn’t mean I’m ready to get horizontal with you. I just thought if you had some ease from that pole in your pants, it would make it nicer to have dinner together without you obsessing about sex.”
He gaped at her, not sure who the hell this frank-talking woman was. The sweet natured girl he’d once known had been replaced by a blunt woman who’d taken him to heaven with a few tugs of her hands. She still looked like his angel, but now she had sinful moves.
“You think one orgasm is going to tide me over?” he asked with a laugh. “Think again. I’m good for a few more, angel. Count on it.”
Count on it? Could he be any sexier? Somehow she’d lost control of the situation, even though she’d been the one calling the shots. Because now she wanted nothing more than to feel that big shaft inside her. To watch him come with her, staring into his eyes.
Oh man. All that feeling crap had come back with the sex. How could she get revenge when she already wanted more from him than an orgasm? No looking at each other during sex, she decided. Maybe they could do it doggie style. Or…
“You’re thinking too hard.” He chucked her chin, and she realized she’d been staring at his crotch. “And speaking of hard… Well played, Ann Weaver. You’ve got me hooked on your hot little hands. But a taste of my meat and you’ll be all mine.”
“God, you did not just say that.”
“Pretty bad, eh?” He smacked his lips. “I have a lot of meat. Big, juicy meat. Inches thick—”
“Stop!” She tried not to laugh.
“Porterhouse steaks. All I’m saying is that you’ll love dinner. The beets are good too. They’re both nice and round…under my long, fat spoon.”
“Oh wow. That’s even worse.” She didn’t bother to hide a smile. “You have to admit I was creative with your salad.”
“You sure the hell were.” He adjusted himself in front of her, and she knew she’d never forget this night. She, Ann Weaver, had jerked Jack Bloom to orgasm in the kitchen, of all places. Who said she wasn’t an animal when it came to sex? Well, besides her last two boyfriends? And Riley…and Maya…?
More than pleased with herself, she excused herself to the bathroom to wash up, then sat down at the kitchen table and let Jack serve her.
He kept smiling, carnal need in his gaze. But he only asked her about her job. She told him funny stories about her students, including Josh. Jack got a kick out of their second grade exhibitionist, even though the poor kid had been sent home for his behavior.
“So what about you?” she asked him. “What’s up with the job transfer?”
“I’ve been wanting to come back to Bend for a while, but I had to finish my education. Did a bit of traveling around the world. It’s been a blast.”
“No steady girlfriends?” she found herself asking, then mentally slapped herself for expressing such obvious interest.
“A few. But nothing lasting or anything. I can’t explain it. I just knew we’d part ways before long. It helped that I moved around a lot. After graduation, I traveled to Europe and Asia, working while learning. I lucked into an incredible international program through school. Then I came back, got my graduate and fast-tracked a doctorate.”
“You have your PhD?”
“Yeah. That’s what’s allowing me more latitude in the job search. That and the expansion here at OSU.”
“Right.”
“How about you? I knew you wanted to teach, but you also talked about being an artist or maybe going into business.”
