“How is it?” Scott asked from the side of their table.
“This is probably the best meal I’ve ever had.” Bree licked her lips. “Everything is so delicious.”
“Jase, everything good?”
“Yup.” Fucker smirked at him.
“For dessert, the pastry chef has created a stacked vanilla bean cake with lavender-infused white chocolate ganache and a rum buttercream frosting.”
“Holy cow,” Bree said. “Yes, please.”
Jase’s cock throbbed. He wasn’t going to survive.
“Great, I’ll have that brought right out.” Scott grinned at him before going back into his domain.
Jase jolted when Bree laid her hand on his thigh. Just a few inches higher, and her slender fingers would brush against his hard-on. Pure fucking torture.
“You hardly ate anything.” Her fingers rubbed back and forth on the inside of his thigh.
He clamped his hand over hers and threw his other arm around the back of her chair. Leaning close, he brushed his mouth against the soft skin under her ear. She tilted her head toward him and her breath blew gently across his cheek.
He spoke low her ear. “I’ve been watching your mouth all night. Every time you took a bite, licked your lips, moaned around the food in your mouth, I imagined you doing that to my cock. Better than any porn I’ve ever watched. I’m so fucking hard right now I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk out of here without help.”
Her breath rushed hard against his cheek and she shifted to meet his gaze. Dark-blue desire-heavy eyes met his.
“Dessert.” Scott set the plate in front of them with a flourish.
Bree tore her gaze away. “Can we get that to go?”
Scott laughed. “Sure thing.”
“And the check,” Jase said.
“Nope. No check. My treat.”
“Scott.”
“Jase. I’m not taking your money.”
Jase stood and helped Bree push back her chair. He held his hand out to Scott. “Thanks.” He pulled him in for a one-armed bro hug and slapped him on the back. “You’re an asshole. You know that, right?”
Scott threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah. I know. Food is passion. Have Bree walk in front of you on the way out so you don’t scandalize my patrons.” He turned to Bree and took one of her hands between both of his. “It was great to meet you. Anytime you want to come back, give me a call.”
“Thank you. It was all wonderful.”
“Enjoy the rest of your evening.
Jase’s hand on the small of her back burned through the thin material of her dress. He walked close to her side and slightly behind her. A pulse of desire coursed through her as his hand slid to her hip. It was all she could do to control her breathing while the valet went to get Jase’s truck. He ran his hand slowly, back and forth, from her hip to her back until she couldn’t take it anymore. She took a step to her left, just out of his reach.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need you to stop touching me,” she said, facing him. It did nothing to cool her desire.
“Why?” A crease appeared between his eyebrows.
She spared a glance for the valet before glaring at Jase.
He slipped his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. Pure sex appeal. The perfect fit of his suit accentuated the width of his shoulders and trim waist. His pale lavender shirt and dark purple tie had been a surprise; she’d expected something more plain. She squeezed her thighs together as her eyes traveled down his body.
