Takingthings into my own hands, I locked my legs around his waist and invited himforward. My cheeks were already flushed. Otherwise, they would have blushedtomato red at the demand I forced out. “We can’t be finished yet. We’re justgetting started.”
Halfhis mouth lifted in that crooked grin I was starting to love. “I don’t have acondom,” he explained.
Ipropped myself up on my elbows and looked at him incredulously. “What? Did youcheck your wallet?”
Hedropped his head, laughing at my question. When he looked at me again, it wasfrom underneath his lashes. His eyes still hadn’t lost their electricity ortheir need. A tremor rocked through me again. I could feel him still, his hardlength pressed against me, begging for attention, demanding we finish what westarted.
“Yeah,you know I’ve never really carried those around with me. I figure if I wantsomething that bad, I can wait until we’ve made it back to my place.” Theplanes of his cheeks turned a pale pink. “And I can honestly say until tonight,I have always been fine with waiting.”
“Nowwhat are we going to do?” I growled. Clearly this was his fault. And fine, I’dalready had a lovely orgasm, but I wanted another one, damn it!
Hedropped his head, kissing the hollow of my throat, using his tongue and teethand seductive witchcraft. “We’re going to go out on a date.”
Thatsobered my sex-drunk brain. “What?”
Liftinghis head again, he smiled and said, “A date, Kaya. You are familiar with theactivity?” And because he was Wyatt, he said, “It’s that thing you do when twopeople really like each other. The guy picks the girl up. You go to a mutuallyenjoyable public place. There are beverages involved. Sometimes food. Sometimesdancing. Am I ringing any bells?”
Irolled my eyes. “That’s cute, smartass. But we can’t do that.”
“Wecan’t do what?”
“Goon a date.”
“Whynot?”
Lettingout a frustrated sigh, I sat up fully, forcing him to step back. I neededclothes on if he was going to challenge me. “Because you’re my boss. And wework together.” Seeing the stern set of his jaw, I knew I hadn’t picked anargument that bothered him yet. “Also, I’m your sous chef. You can take thenight off. Or I can take the night off. But we cannot take the night offtogether. Who would run the kitchen?”
Thebottom half of his jaw slid back and forth as I finally hit a note that rungproblematic. “Huh…”
Finishingclasping my bra, I hid my victorious smile behind my chef coat as I slid it on.“It doesn’t work, Wyatt.”
“Lunch.”
Iblinked up at him. “What?”
“Wealready knew this relationship would be unconventional… our dates are going tohave to be too.”
Wait,did he say… relationship?
“You’renot serious.”
Heblinked at me. “About what?”
Sonof a bitch. Where the hell were my panties?
“Don’tyou think we’re going a little fast? I mean, yesterday we hated each otherand—”
“I’venever hated you.”
“Andwe’re going in separate directions and we work all the time. A relationshipseems extreme in light of everything.”
Hestudied me for a few long moments, seeming to take my measure, decidingsomething about me that felt like it needed my permission. “What direction areyou going in, Kaya, that’s different than mine?”
Oh,no. Abort! Abort! This wasn’t a conversation Wyatt and I could have in themiddle of the night after he’d feasted on my body. I needed cold space before Iadmitted my plans to him. I needed distance and a clear head and for my body notto feel like it had just been worshiped.
Panties?!Hello, panties??? Where for art thou, panties?
Seeingmy obvious distress, he reached down and handed me a bundle of pants andunderwear and one of my discarded shoes. I slid off the counter and startedyanking everything on.
