Chapter14
Maverick
Why had I thought she was a good girl who dressed in sweaters and glasses?Now I wondered if she had a secret vibrator collection in her nightstand, because her outfit screamed sex.
The jeans outlined every curve, and the sheer black top left nothing to the imagination.When I pulled her against me and kissed her, I felt the hard points of her nipples.
The addition of the red lipstick gave me a vision of her mouth stretched around my dick.But I had other plans for her tonight.I wanted to taste her.
"I want to be a gentleman, but you're making it impossible," I finally said because heryumcomment had made my dick hard.
Her expression was naughty, and her lips pursed, giving me all sorts of ideas."That wasn't my intention."
I gestured at her outfit."You wore this with red lips and didn't think you'd be impossible to resist?"
She shrugged."I asked for reinforcements."
"Your friends helped?"I kind of liked that she'd felt the need to primp for a date with me.It made me wonder if she'd done the same for what would have been our official first date back in high school.And that made me feel awful for leaving her hanging.
She winced."I wasn't sure if this was too much for dinner in."
"Your outfit is perfect.Trust me."My voice sounded like I was dragging it over nails, and I flexed my fingers, unsure I'd be able to keep my hands off her long enough to eat.It was torture.
"It's a casual evening?—"
"Nothing is casual with you.Everything is heightened."The time she showed up barefoot in silky lingerie on my job site.Reading books to the kids at story time in her prim cardigans and reading glasses."There's nothing I don't like about you.Everything I see only makes me want you more."
I moved around the counter, and she shifted on her stool so that she was facing me.My hand dove into her hair, which was fuller and wavier tonight.Everything about her was sexy as hell.I couldn't resist kissing her again.This had the potential to spiral out of control to a point where we didn't eat until much later.
Her hand came to my wrist, her finger stroking over my pulse, which was racing."I thought you wanted to eat first."
My jaw tightened with the effort to keep myself in check."You're making that impossible."
Her lower lip protruded into a pout."I'm hungry."
I almost asked if she was hungry for my dick, but her stomach rumbled."You didn't eat lunch, did you?"
I knew her routines by now.She rarely had time to eat because she didn't like to close the store for long.If she was getting a makeover after work, then she hadn't had time for a snack.
"I grabbed coffee with Clara, then didn't have time for another break."
"Food first."I forced myself to step away from her.The food was almost done; I just needed to mix the pasta with the shrimp and garlic-butter sauce.Once that was done, I plated it in two bowls and carried it to my table.
I'd spent the evening cleaning and had pulled the table out from the wall so it looked like I used it.I normally ate at the counter or on the couch.It was depressing to constantly eat by yourself, but that was the life of a bachelor.
"This looks delicious."
"You look delicious."Her startled gaze flew to mine.
"Eat."I wanted to tell her that she was dessert, but that probably wasn't appropriate dinner conversation.I stiffened, wondering if I was doing this right.Maybe I should have bought her flowers or put a candle in the middle of the table for ambiance.
Her hand covered mine."Relax."
I forced my muscles to loosen and twirled the pasta on my fork.
When she took her first bite, her eyes closed in pleasure."Mmm.This is delicious."
"It's fairly easy to make.Boil pasta, and melt some garlic in butter.Grill the mushrooms and shrimp."
