I sip my glass of wine as I watch him dig in. I cut the end off my steak, seeing that it’s perfect. Raising the fork to my mouth, I look over to see Keeton staring. “What?” I say before the food has reached my mouth.
“I’m watching to see if you like it.” He nods his head at me like he’s urging me on.
Biting into the tender meat, I close my eyes and moan. “Mmm.” It’s delicious. I’m not sure what spices he used but it’s the right mixture of salty and savory. “So good.”
When I open my eyes, he’s still staring. “What?”
“My cock has been hard since I saw you at your place. When you made that sound just now, I nearly came in my jeans like a teenage boy.”
“Oh.” I blink a few times, attempting to wrap my head around that statement. My face is red. I don’t even need a mirror for that one. He’s said something deeply personal as well as sexual; I’m not sure what to say to that. “I’m sorry?”
He throws his head back laughing. “Jesus don’t be sorry, honey. It’s all good.”
“Oh. Right. Okay.”
“Try the mashed potatoes.”
I pick up a fork and sweep some up. He’s watching me again. Sliding the fork in my mouth, I wrap my lips around it and savor the flavor. “Mm,” I say around the utensil.
I hear the clink-clank of silverware and look over to see he’s dropped his own fork. He stands up abruptly, rounding the table to stand in front of me. He bends slightly, holding his hand out for me to take. “Come on, honey.”
Oh, wow. This is it. It’s happening.
Reaching out for me, he takes hold of my hand, urging me up and out of my chair. I set my napkin on the table and follow him as he leads me in the direction of his master suite. I should balk, pull back, but I don’t want to. I want him as much as he seems to want me. Maybe more.
