“Would you like more?” he asked.
She shook her head. Her stomach was full, and she also still had the garlic bread hidden in her shirt. Faith felt guilty that Logan hadn’t gotten anything to eat yet and knelt next to her the entire time.
“I am full. You need to eat while the food is still warm,” she encouraged.
He took his seat and tried to pick up the noodles with the fork. He growled with frustration. “How do you eat this?”
She laughed. “Twirl the noodles around your fork.”
He made a circular motion but did not get any noodles on the fork.
“No, you do it like this.”
Faith leaned forward and used her fork to load the noodles. Then she raised her fork to his mouth. She should have given her fork to him but didn’t want to chance that the noodles would fall off. Now she watched, almost hypnotized, as his sexy full lips closed over the end of the fork. His eyes connected with hers and it had to be the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
He pulled back, taking the noodles and chewing, then swallowing. “That tastes… good.”
“You don’t have pasta on Drasta?”
“No. We have a type of seed that softens and has a similar texture. The sauce is like nothing I’ve ever had before. Is it always this red color?”
“There’s other types of sauces and they can range from white, red, orange, even green. Here, try the meatballs.”
Once again, Faith used her own fork to stick into the meatball and raised it to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate, but this time, he placed his large hand on her wrist to keep her steady. At their skin contact, her pulse quickened, and a tingling traveled up her arm, then all the way down her spine. Her nipples tightened, and she shifted in her seat.
Logan pulled back and chewed the tasty morsel. “That is good as well. Is there anything else I should taste?”
He looked at her lips, and she out of reflex licked them. The way he said that was so suggestive. Did he mean he wanted to taste her? Kiss her on the lips? Kiss her in other places? Faith’s quick mind filled with images of them in bed, naked, his mouth on her…
She abruptly stood, almost dropping her garlic bread. “I’m tired and going to bed… alone.”
She grabbed a bottle of water she had let sit untouched and practically ran to her bedroom, closing the door. Reaching for the lock, she remembered the warriors warning her not to do that. It felt risky not securing the door. There would be nothing to keep him out. Did she really want to keep him out? That she couldn’t say yes scared her more than anything.
She walked over to the bed and dropped the garlic bread on top of the sheets. She plopped down next to it. If this was her last night, she was going to damn well enjoy it. Faith proceeded to eat all her bread and then passed out from exhaustion.
