“I don’t want you to think that I’m…I don’t know...that…I would?—”
“Believe me, when I look at you, I want to do…I think of very, very dirty things I want to do to you.”
Deacon’s cock jumped in his pants when he saw her eyes light up at him, saying he wanted to do very, very dirty things to her. It was a mix of innocence and sensuality that was absolutely irresistible to him.
“Oh.” A slow smile spread across her face. One that made his chest and his pants tight. She cut her chicken and then looked back up at him. “That’s good to know, but Iwas going to say I wouldn’t normally let a man speak to me like that.” She picked up her chicken with her fork. “But please, tell me more about thesevery, verydirty things you want to do to me.” She put the bite of chicken in her mouth and began to chew.
Fuck. He saw the look in her eyes, he knew that she thought she wanted to hear what he wanted to do to her, but if heactuallysaid the things he wanted to do to her, he wasn’t sure she’dactuallywant to hear them.
“I’m not sure that’s dinner talk. If you still want to hear them after dinneranddessert, I’d be more than happy to share that with you.”
He wasn’t sure if he’d just fucked himself, no pun intended, out of averygood night, but he also didn’t want her to do anything, even if it was just a little bit of dirty talk, or dirty listening, that she would regret.
Instead of getting shy or showing even a glimmer of retreat, she met his stare with a sparkle of challenge and negotiated. “I think it’s definitely dessert talk.”
“Deal.”
His pants grew uncomfortably tight. His private life had been non-existent since he lost Kristen. They were only casually seeing each other when she got pregnant, then they got married and didn’t have sex because her pregnancy was difficult. As bad as it sounded, if they hadn’t had Tabby, the relationship wouldn’t have ever developed past the casual stage. He liked Kristen, and loved her as a person, but he’d never been in love with her, and their compatibility in the intimacy department wasn’t aligned. He had a gut feeling that would not be an issue with the woman seated across from him.
Jen took a bite, and her eyes closed as a deep sound of appreciation radiated from her core. When she openedthem, she found him staring at her, and he felt caught. Caught admiring the pleasure on her face.
“This food is…I’ve always wanted to stay at The St. Claire, any of them, but I’ve never had a reason to indulge. I’m guessingyoustay here often.”
“It’s not my first time, no.”
Her phone rang, and her eyes darted to check it. When he saw her face, he knew it was not her ex. “Oh, sorry, I need to, um, take this. My daughter is in California with her dad.”
She stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her back faced him and he took a moment to admire he long blonde hair and petite frame. The way her entire body seemed to listen as she held the phone to her ear.
“Hey, Peanut, how are…No! Oh my gosh… When? Oh no! Really? He did? Oh no. She didn’t. Seriously? That’s…oh no…but didn’t you say…you did…okay…if you just…no, I didn’t say…Okay. No, I know. She did? Did he? Okay…I love you more!”
When she hung up the phone, she turned back around, walked back to the table, lowered herself down, and cut up her chicken as if the entire conversation hadn’t just occurred.
“Everything okay?” he ventured to ask.
She nodded as she picked up a piece of chicken with her fork. “Oh yeah, just getting the recap on the latest episode ofThe Days of Thirteen-Year-Olds’ Lives.”
He grinned. “I have all that to look forward to.”
“Yes, you do.” She smiled the smile that he was sure might just end him. “Can I ask you something? Personal?”
As long as it’s not my name.
“Yes.”
“What happened to your daughter’s mom?”
“There were complications during childbirth. Or I guess right after.”
Jen’s face crumbled. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you. She had a heart condition that she’d had her whole life but was undiagnosed. Because of that, I had my daughter tested, she has the same condition. Thankfully, she’s been treated since birth, so they caught it early.”
Her phone vibrated on the table, and she glanced down at it, her eyes blinked slowly.
“Is that your ex?” Deacon asked.
She nodded.
