"Uhm, Alexander…I have a secret to tell you," I reply. My eyes leave his shyly to glance to the side, seeing two servers coming out with our food and drinks. Attempting to pull my foot back, I still when he just tightens his fingers on my calf, keeping me still for him.
"Thank you," we both say to the server as she pulls the domes off the plates keeping our food warm and walks away.
I give him a pointed look. "Now,whooo'sgoing to eat all of this?" I wave at my full plate of noodles.
"You are, either now or when we're in bed later. I'll feed it to you after I feed you your chocolate cake," he says, finally releasing my leg and picking up his scotch. He drinks deeply,putting the drink down with a contented sigh as if he didn't just light me on fire with his words."Man,that's a good scotch." His voice tumbles from his throat rough and unrestrained.
Making me wonder yet again what it'd be like to make love with him.
Sarah and Alexander Dancing by Alice Anderson
Chapter thirty-nine
Intimate Birthday Dances
Imuseoverhiswords, wondering how we tumbled so thoroughly into dangerous waters. Not having much experiencein seduction, I approach warily. However, I'm brave enough to dip my toe in, and I decide I like it.
Alexander picks up his fork and gestures to me. "Unless you need me to feed you now?"
Taking the hint, I pick up my knife and fork to cut the delicate fish for him, placing it on the little dish in front of us meant for sharing.
"No, ma'am." Alexander's eyes snap to mine and hold my stare. "Give it to me fromyourfork," he demands, keeping still while his challenge processes.
I pause in the act of taking my first bite at the simmering desire within his gaze. Bold, I swallow slowly and lick my bottom lip before tearing my eyes from his to twirl a small amount of noodles onto the fork. "Salmon?" I ask quietly, glancing back up through my lashes to see him nod. Biting back a small smile, I take my time stabbing a bite of salmon, then hold it across the table.
Alexander gives me a wicked grin and leans forward, attempting to take the bite, but I playfully pull back, making him miss.
He arches a brow. "Is this the game we're going to play?" he asks.
His grin broadens in his face at seeing just how delighted I am at besting him.
"Maybe."I hold the fork out again. He wraps his hand firmly over mine and keeps me still for him as he takes his bite, releasing me and sitting back while chewing. He twirls some of his spaghetti on his fork and holds it out for me to take a bite. Surprisingly, I'm still able to hold his stare, which turns hot when he slides the tines between my lips. I can't help my little moan as the spicy flavor hits my tongue."It's so good,"I whisper, closing my eyes."Butit's not yours," I tease sadly.
Alexander's quiet chuckle has me tightening all over. "It's kind of tough to beat perfection," he quips, taking a slow sip of his scotch. "I've been practicing that recipe for damn near twenty years."
"Hm. That's a long time."
It has me musing on his age. His experience. Not just in life, but in the bedroom. As he speaks, my eyes lower from his face to peruse his neck, caressing the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders. My eyes go even lower; however, sadly, I can't see through the table.
We eat a while, talking about work and what we would normally do for our birthdays when I break and reach into my clutch. Thinking of my dad, I pull out my phone, disappointed as I see he still hasn't tried to contact me.
"What is it?" Alexander asks curiously.
I nibble on my lip. "It's nothing…it's just it's getting late, and my dadstillhasn't wished me a happy birthday," I reply softly. Putting my phone back in my clutch, I turn back to him and give him my best smile, carefully hiding the hurt I hadn't intended to show.
The very minor tilt of his head and the flash of his eyes has me suddenly on edge."Hmm…" he hums, "there seems to be some tension there."
"There is," I say quietly.
"I'm sorry he hasn't contacted you," Alexander says simply, sitting back in his seat and swirling his wine glass between his fingers.
Thankful he's not pressing the issue, I put my fork down and sit back against the cushion, gazing at him silently. The music swells in the background, causing my eyes to slide to the dance floor.
"So, what was your secret? You forgot to finish telling me earlier." Alexander's sudden question has me coming back quickly.
"Oh!"My eyes widen with humor. "Just that I can't dance." I let out a little laugh as Alexander chuckles at me.
"What?I have a hard time believing that!" When he takes another drink, I mirror him.
