“So, what do you do to stay in shape?”She had a rough idea after watching him hike, but she was curiouswhat one had to do to get the body he had and maintain it.
“I go for runs with my coworkers.Some weight training and other things.”
Allie didn’t restrain when she pulled a face.“I always hated working out.I much prefer getting outside and going for hikes or climbs as opposed to going to a gym or running.”
“I’ve done it for so long now, it’s like second nature.”He shrugged.“So have I been?”he asked before taking a bite of food.
“Have you been what?”she countered, confused at what he was referring to.
“Forgiven.”
“Oh,” Allie ducked her head, feeling the hot flush on her cheeks, “Yes, you’re forgiven.”More than forgiven.She’d honestly forgotten about his walking away after she’d tried to touch his scars.
“Eat up.I have dessert as well.”
“You bake too?”She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
“No,” he chuckled, “Definitely not.I barely cook without burning things.Grilling doesn’t take much skill, but I draw the line at baking.I picked up a cake at the store.”
“Oh, what kind of cake?”Allie had a wicked sweet tooth and had never met a sweet treat she didn’t like.
“Chocolate.”
“That’s my favorite.”Then again, it was the staple favorite of the world, she figured.You couldn't go wrong with it.
“I know.That’s why I got it.”
Her hips weren’t going to be happy with her.Oh well.She’d have one slice to be nice.
Throughout dinner, Carson kept giving her heated glances.Whatever had transpired in the kitchen hadn’t gone away, only ebbed.Not needing much to reignite it.Allie felt the same way.She was surprised the dining room table didn’t ignite from the friction between them.She wanted to do nothing more than swipe the food from the table, climb on top of it, and pull Carson to her.She wanted him so much that she didn’t even need foreplay to be so wet.
An image conjured in her mind of him laying her out on the table andlifting up the bottom of her dress.He didn’t even bother removing his pants, just opened the button, lowered the zipper, and pushed his pants down to just below his ass.He’d pull her underwear to the side and slide inside her.
Allie had seen the bulge.She knew he’d be big and stretch her to the point of pain.A delicious pain.She would ache and feel sore for days and love every minute of it.
“Are you close?”
“What?”Allie blinked, coming back to reality.
“Are you close to being finished with dinner?”he asked, pointing at her mostly cleared plate.
“Yeah.”Allie collected both of their empty plates and headed into the kitchen, needing a moment to get herself back under control.
“What are you doing?”Carson asked, following right behind her.
“Cleaning dishes.”She needed to busy herself with something other than thinking about sex and throwing herself down on the table to offer herself up like a pagan sacrifice.
“Allie, stop.It’s my house.I can clean the dishes,” he protested, trying to take the dishes from her, but she avoided him each time.
“You cooked.I don’t mind.”
“Come on, the dishes will still be there tomorrow.”He gripped her left forearm and pulled her away from the sink.
“But the food will harden on the plates and cooking pans.It should at least soak overnight if you’re not going to wash them tonight.”
Carson kissed the side of her neck, and she instantly forgot her protest.The fire blazed anew between them.She gripped thecounter so she didn’t turn in his arms and tear open his shirt.That really would ruin the moment.“I’ll take care of the dishes later.You go sit back down, and I’ll bring out the cake.”
Allie wanted to protest, but he was right.This was his house.His rules.“Alright, but only a small slice.”
