I nodded up at him.“Yes, please.”
His eyes lingered on my lips for a moment.“Anything else?”
I shrugged and answered, “Is there any fruit left?”
He nodded and walked back into the kitchen.
A minute or two went by, and I grew restless, knowing he was in the kitchen by himself.So, I pushed my chair back and joined him.
Stefan's eyes hit me instantly.“Francesca, go sit down and rest.I'll bring everything out when I'm done.”
Ignoring him completely—I went straight for the fridge.I pulled out a bottle of water and a bottle of orange juice.
Oh, the wine he'd opened when we first arrived was in there.That gave me an idea.
I grabbed that as well and put it all on the counter.Then I went back into the fridge.“Do you have any soft drinks?”I asked, looking around the largest refrigerator I'd seen in my life.It was goofy to have something this big for one person.
Stefan sighed.“Bottom pullouts.”
Immediately, I saw what he meant.Skinny pull-out drawers hid near the bottom.When I slid them out, I found what I needed.
It didn't take me long to find a nice, big glass.After that, I set about making my own cocktail.“What are you doing?”Stefan asked from the long island behind me.
I smiled to myself and answered, “Making my own special kind of mimosa.Do you want one?”
He let out a sound that told me no, he didn't.
He walked up behind me.“Do you need anything else for your,” his finger swirled around in the air above my drink, “concoction?”
I cracked open the soft drink and poured it in.“Um.”I thought about it for a second.“Oh, do you have pineapple juice?”I swiveled my head around slightly.It wouldn't take much for him to lean down and kiss me.My lower belly liked that idea.A lot.
“Christ,” he muttered, but left me and walked to the fridge.In no time, he was back with a bottle of pineapple juice.He opened it, and I took it eagerly.This was going to taste so good.After I poured a bit in, I set it down and picked up the wine bottle.
“What are you doing with this?”Stefan tugged it out of my hands.
“Hey, give it back,” I whined and turned around.There wasn't much room to move.Stefan's body was right next to mine.
“Francesca.”Stefan stared at me with a frown on his face.“Are you out of your mind?You can't have wine.You're still recovering.”
I leaned back against the counter.“I'm only putting in a bit for taste.Sheesh.Haven't you heard of a mimosa before?”I rolled my eyes and turned back around.“Come on.Just a bit.”I moved the tall glass over, hoping he'd do what I asked.
“And what would the nurse say if she saw this?”Stefan asked as he began pouring the tiniest little bit into the glass.
I slipped my arm over his and tipped the bottom of the bottle with my finger.That caused a much better pour.
“Francesca,” Stefan rumbled behind me.
I just giggled.“She'd probably ask me to make her one, too.”
Once the glass was full, he sighed and set the bottle on the counter.“Do you always get what you want?”
That made me laugh right the heck out loud.Mostly because I'd never heard anything so freaking hilarious in my life.I picked up the mimosa and stuck my finger in to stir it up a bit.“Trust me, Stefan,” I kept laughing, “I never get what I want.Like, ever.”I brought my finger to my mouth—but Stefan's hand clamped around my wrist.He directed that finger to—
His own mouth.Once his lips surrounded my finger and he sucked it in—everything in my lower belly clenched in a delicious manner.It actually shocked me how close I felt to orgasming.But that was goofy.Nobody could come just from having their finger sucked.Right?
I guess I wouldn't find out because Stefan popped it out of his mouth.“You are not drinking that.It's putrid.”
I laughed and picked up my drink.The first sip tasted just fine.No, it tasted great.
