“Oh, I can’t deny that’s true.”
“Too much testosterone being thrown around those town meetings,” I added.
“Ever thought of joining the town council?”
“Me?” I snorted in amusement. “When would I ever find the time?”
I flipped another page as Liam slid the pan into the oven. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he started preparing the steaks, using techniques I had never seen before.
It was fascinating.
Then again, I was pretty sure Liam could put on shoes and I would find that fascinating.
When he spun around, he caught me staring at his ass, which wasn’t a crime. He looked fantastic in his Wranglers. I was pretty sure even Mrs. Abernathy would stare at his ass if it was close enough for her to see.
“See something interesting?” he teased.
“Yes.” I maintained eye contact as I laid the paper on the counter and pointed to the article. “There’s a new olive oil and wine shop opening in town.”
Laughing, he grabbed another carrot out of the bag and tossed it at my face, which I promptly caught and took a bite of, chuckling in amusement.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh so much.”
Leaning against the counter, his strong forearms taunted me, promising a night of adventure. It was hard to concentrate onanything other than the sexy specimen in front of me, aside from the low rumble of his voice.
“What’s wrong, Bailey? Having trouble concentrating?”
I finally tore my eyes away from the thick veins running over his hands, up his muscular arms, to meet his chocolate orbs. Sighing, I knew I looked like an idiot, fawning all over this man, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Not when he looked so damn good.
A low growl emanated from his throat just before he leaned closer and brushed his lips over mine.
“Better watch it, Bailey, or we won’t make it to dinner.”
9
LIAM
I wouldn’t have insistedwe eat dinner first if I had known the hell she was going to bring down on me as we waited for the food to finish cooking.
Every sexy smirk, every teasing note to her voice…my cock had been aching since she walked out of the laundry room wearing only my clothes. I would have taken her right then on the counter if it weren’t for the fact that I hadn’t slept with her yet.
I didn’t want the first time I fucked her to be among the carrots and potatoes.
“Mmm, this is fantastic,” she groaned, making my situation even worse.
She slid a piece of tender steak into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she chewed so fucking delicately. It was hell on my cock to watch her slide a piece of steak over her tongue.
I clutched the knife and fork tighter, trying and failing to hold back the need to toss her across the table and fuck her. I would not ruin this for her. I’d been lusting after her for too many years to fuck this up now.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked, eyeing my steak.
“Do you want mine?”
Shoving my plate toward her, I wondered if she would actually take it. I knew Bailey could put away a lot of food, though where it went, I wasn’t sure. I loved a woman with a healthy appetite, and Bailey had definitely never been shy about eating what she liked.
“I’d better not. I might explode.”
