He shrugs. “I don’t know. Just stuff. Everything and anything,” he says pensively, and I wonder where my bold, confident man went.
I take his chin in my thumb and forefinger and tilt his head up to look at me. “Hey,” I say softly, reassuring him with a smile. “You can ask me anything you like, anything at all.”
“It’s just little stuff, ya know? I mean, I’ve seen every beautiful inch of your body.” The glint in his eye shows exactly where he’s at his boldest, then his voice drops to a whisper, “And now I want to know about everything in your mind. The thought of another man near your body makes me want to kill someone, butthinking that another man might know your mind better than I do, well, it just makes me feel…”
“Denham…” I take his hand in mine and raise it to my lips, kissing each of his fingers in turn.
“I don’t think I’ve ever let anyone see the real me. I’ve always been too wary to let anyone in. But from the very first time we met, I couldn’t show you anything less. You make me want to discover things about me that even I don’t know about yet.”
His hand stretches around the nape of my neck and he pulls me to him. His lips meet mine. His tongue searches out every last taste of strawberries and chocolate, and he groans in appreciation.
“You need to eat,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Can’t I just eat you?” I ask, then my eyes go wide and I realize just what I said. “Um, I didn’t mean it like that. You know what I meant.” I don’t know why I’m stumbling over my words, but it came out so unexpectedly, and I wasn’t really prepared for it.
“Hey, I’m up for that, Stunner. But first, I think you need to actually eat some food. Then I plan on devouring you.” He winks and starts to eat. I relax, although I still feel a little embarrassed at my slip up, but the look in his eyes actually makes it worthwhile.
“So, I know you don’t like mushrooms, snails…or olives. What’s your favorite food? I mean, the food you would ask for as a last supper?”
“Hmmm, let me think.” I tap a finger to my chin, musing over my answer. “Just one?”
“Yup. Just one.”
“Dammit, that’s a tough one. Okay it’s gotta be … No wait … Ummm.”
“It’s really that hard to choose?” he asks, covering something pink and squishy in chocolate and breaking my train of thought.
“Oh my god, is that a marshmallow?”
“Yup.”
“Can I please have one?”
“Of course, but not until you’ve answered my question.”
“What was the question? All I can think about are chocolate covered marshmallows.”And your lips stained with chocolate, kissing me…everywhere.
“Ari, seriously? Here,” he says, dipping a marshmallow and placing it in my mouth. “Happy?”
“Very,” I answer, smacking my lips together and groaning appreciatively. “Okay, my favorite food has to be chocolate.”
“That’s because you just ate some!”
“No, it was one of my first thoughts actually.”
“You’re so easily distracted,” he jokes.
I shrug. “I know.”
“So, you wanted to play a game. How about ‘This or that’?”
I scrunch my nose up, and look puzzled. “Never heard of it before.”
“Well, then I have lots to teach you.” He winks. “I give you two options, you have to pick the one that you like the best. But you have to answer fast to give the most honest answer, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Let’s start easy. Cats or Dogs?”
