"Should I take off my heels?"It felt a little weird to wear heels inside his house.
"Keep them on," he said gruffly, and my core heated.
If the outfit was supposed to drive him crazy, it seemed to be doing its job.
In the kitchen, he gestured for me to sit at the island, and he poured me a glass of wine.I'd have to stick to just one if I wanted to drive home.Although I wasn't sure what the plan was at this point.
Then he busied himself with a pot on the stove, lifting the lid and stirring what looked like boiling pasta.The air smelled like seafood, garlic, and butter.
"I thought you preferred the cardigans and glasses," I managed to choke out after a few sips of wine.
He shot me a look."You'd look sexy in a paper bag."
"Thanks, I think?"
"I'm trying to be good here.I want to feed you before I have my way with you," he practically growled.
My pussy clenched at the thought of that."Yum."
