“Sounds delicious,” I murmured. When he took a step to leave, I spoke, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name earlier.”
The older man smiled, his dark eyes twinkling. “I’m Gregory. Enjoy your dessert.”
Landen and I thanked him and each picked up our forks. After the first, blissful bite, I immediately took another. It was like an orgasm in dessert form. One little taste would never be enough.
Immediately, I decided that I didn’t want to share and an evil little plan formed in my greedy brain.
“Oh, hey, look who’s here,” I said brightly, pointing at the door behind Landen.
He turned to glance over his shoulder, which gave me the opening I needed. I grabbed the plate, yanked it over to my side of the table and out of his reach, and forked up another bite as I did.
When he twisted toward me, his mouth open to speak, he saw what I had done and laughed. I paused in my efforts to consume every bit of the dessert at the sound. He’d laughed around me before but not like this. He looked younger, happier, and less intimidating. Almost boyish. It was a good look.
“I take it you like the dessert,” he stated.
I nodded, yet another bite of the decadent concoction making its way past my lips.
Then he reached over and slid the plate towards him. I growled, grabbing the edge once again and trying to hold it in place. “Mine,” I mumbled around the bite in my mouth.
He released the plate and eyed me for a moment, as though he were taking my measure. Then he smiled, but it wasn’t an amused smile. It was teasing and downright wicked. Before I could ask him why he was grinning, I felt his hot, callused fingers against the inside of my left knee.
I nearly choked on the dessert as the tips of said fingers skimmed up my inner thigh, pausing mere millimeters from the edge of my underwear. My leg trembled because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to slam my knees together or let the muscles in my thigh relax so that I was even more open to his touch.
Just as my breath began to back up in my lungs, he traced one finger over the edge of my panties and I gasped, my body growing rigid. If I had been on a first date with anyone else and they touched me like this, I would have decked them.
But Landen was different. We’d already shared an insanely hot kiss and we weren’t complete strangers. At least that’s what I told myself.
Ever so slowly, his hand drifted back down my thigh and I nearly whimpered because I wanted it back where it had been and more.
When his hand finally left my leg, I collapsed back in my chair, my chest moving quickly with my panting breaths. I opened my eyes, surprised to find that I’d closed them in the first place.
Then my eyes met Landen’s heated gaze, just in time to see him lift a forkful of dessert to his lips.
“Oh, no you didn’t,” I muttered.
The devil man had used sex to distract me while he stole my dessert! At least when I’d done it to him, I hadn’t gotten him all riled up first.
Then I grinned and his expression grew wary. I leaned forward, resting one hand on his shoulder as my other hand went beneath the tablecloth. I licked the small dab of cream off his lip just as my hand slid over the top of his thigh and I ran a teasing fingertip over his zipper.
Landen grunted as I shifted my mouth closer to his ear. “Don’t forget, two can play that game.”
Still moving slowly, I leaned away. His eyes followed each gesture I made and the rise and fall of my breasts. He was taking my measure, looking for a weakness, like a predator preparing to pounce.
I’d lost all interest in the dessert and I reached for my water glass, hoping the chilled liquid would cool the inferno threatening to spread throughout my body.
Landen reached out and tugged my chair closer to his, which tangled our legs together beneath the table.
Then he leaned in, put his mouth against my ear, and whispered, “Game on.”
