“How do you forget to eat?”
“It’s easy to do.” She shrugged, not meeting my eyes. “You just get caught up in something else.”
“And what were you caught up in?” I frowned when her ominous words about findingsomething else to occupy her timefilled my mind. It shouldn’t matter, but it did.
“Writing,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She stood, crossing over to her dresser and opening a drawer. Gwen slowly slid a pair of blue lace panties up over her thighs, and I already couldn’t wait to take them off—with my teeth.
“Writing?” I repeated, the corners of my lips twitching with the urge to smile. I didn’t want to reveal how relieved I was that she hadn’t told me she was with some other guy.
“It’s a little hobby of mine.” She shrugged, her smile fading a little like she was embarrassed to admit it.
I eyed her lewdly, finally allowing my grin to break free. “What do you write?”
“Lately? A lot of sexy things,” she admitted, a flush staining her dimpled cheeks.
“That’s hot,” I managed, my hardening cock jumping once in agreement. “I kind of want to read these sexy things.”
“Why don’t I show you instead?” she purred, and I grinned wider.
“Please do,” I said, relaxing now that we’d steered the conversation back to a familiar, more sexual territory because I was a little too interested in her answers, and I didn’t know how to feel about that.
I didn’t quite know how to feel about showing up at her doorstep, either. I tried to reason with myself on the drive over, telling myself it was just the sex I craved. But… that wasn’t entirely true. I came here because I felt a sense of calm when my thoughts had drifted to her, and I knew she’d relieve some of the tension.
And she did. From the moment she’d opened the door to me, I felt the tension slipping away. She was exactly the kind of distraction I needed, and I wasn’t finished with her yet.
“Anyway.” She smirked attractively before continuing. “I got caught up in that, and now I’m starving. I made pesto penne yesterday. It’s pretty good, if you’re hungry. Unless you’re planning on leaving, I mean.”
She spoke as if she was indifferent to whether I stayed or went, and that made me want to stay even more. It made me want to peel back her layers and see if I’d gotten under her skin the way she’d crawled under mine.
“I’m in no rush,” I said thickly, my gaze slipping to the apex of her thighs.
“Down boy, food first,” she scolded in jest. Grabbing a t-shirt from her drawer, she pulled it over her head and slipped from the room, blithely disappearing down the hallway. I could hear her opening the refrigerator as I dressed.
I walked down the hallway, still shirtless. I couldn’t remember where I’d lost that particular article of clothing, but I wasn’t overly concerned about it since I wasn’t planning on either of us staying dressed.
Pausing in the kitchen entryway, I watched as Gwen pulled out a glass dish from the microwave using a dishtowel to protect her hands, while her cat weaved in and around her legs, purring.
She was captivating without even trying, and it was enslaving.
Her shirt barely covered her ass, same as the first night we met, and my cock stirred restlessly. “Smells good.” My mouth watered for more than her penne.
“Thanks,” she said, glancing at me over her shoulder for a moment before she set to serving it. She filled two plates and grabbed a couple of folks before walking toward me, her eyes fixated on my pectorals.
Her tongue darted to moisten her lips as she held a bowl to me, and I took it, my fingers brushing against hers purposely, as her gray eyes lifted to meet mine.
“Cheers,” I said, grinning ruefully as she moved past me and set her bowl on the coffee table.
She walked back into the kitchen to open the refrigerator. “Thirsty? I’ve got water and 7 Up.”
“Water’s fine,” I answered, moving to the couch.
Gwen nodded, grabbing two bottles from the door before closing it. She walked back to the living room and sat down, leaving a few feet between us. She set both bottles down and picked up her bowl, settling comfortably on the sofa with her legs crossed.
“This is the second time you’ve fed me,” I remarked, my brows raising. “Are you trying to get to my heart through my stomach?”
“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Friends can feed friends. Besides, I’m mostly feeding me. Like I said, I needed sustenance before round two.” She shrugged and took a large bite.
It was oddly sensual that she wasn’t afraid to eat in front of me. It made her feel more real like she wasn’t concealing any part of herself like she wasn’t trying to impress me. She just…was, and that disarmed me.
