“It has been,” he agreed. “Do you want to sit on the couch or put pillows on the floor and sit closer to the table? I sometimes do that while reading.”
“Let’s do that, it sounds cozy.”
He grabbed a couple pillows for us and laid them on the floor. We sat down together, our shoulders bumping. I leaned against him, more butterflies fluttering through me.Thiswas foreplay. Knowing that the wine and fruit we were having was just going to lead to the bedroom. He was patient and taking his time with me, and I loved it. There was no rush for anything, and that only made me anticipate it all the more.
“What kind of wine did you get?” I asked.
“Nicktalked me into pinot noir.”
I grinned as I grabbed the stem of the glass and gave it a gentle swirl. “Do you ever drink wine?”
“When other people hand me a glass, yes.”
I laughed as I took a sip and hummed. It was tart and earthy with a hint of something floral. “It’s perfect.”
“Good.” He took a sip and made a face.
“Not good?” I exclaimed.
“It’s horrible.”
I laughed as he put his glass down. “Next thing you’re gonna tell me is you don’t drink coffee.”
“Well . . . I prefer tea.”
My mouth dropped. “Oh my god. How do you get through your shifts without coffee?”
“I’ve been known to have the occasional energy drink if I really need it, but Idotry to avoid caffeine. You’re usually the pick-me-up I need in the mornings when I stop by the bakery.”
I blushed and turned towards him, propping my elbow up on the couch cushion. “So that’s why you come in almost every day? Not for my amazing pastries?”
“Your pastries are great, but you’re better.”
I narrowed my eyes, doing my best to fight my smile, but I couldn’t. My cheeks hurt. I’d been grinning at him all fucking night. “Smooth. Real smooth.”
“I mean it,” he said as he reached for a strawberry. “I’ve been told I could feed these to you and it would be sexy.”
I started giggling as he offered me the tip of the berry. I bit into it, and juice immediately gushed over my lips and down my chin. I squeaked as I swallowed, and reached to wipe it, but he stilled my face and leaned in, kissing it away.
All my laughter melted intoneed. I kissed him harder and he grunted as I set my wine down and rose up on my knees. His hands settled on my hips as I straddled his lap.
“That was sexy,” I said. “But put the berry down and touch me, or I’m going to combust.”
He groaned as he put it back on the platter. “Are you seduced?”
“Completely.”
“Wonderful.”
I squealed as he slid me off him and helped me to my feet, our lips colliding as he led me out of the living room. I grabbed his jacket and tugged, his clothes leaving a trail on the floor as we made our way to the bedroom. Warm amber light flooded the room as two lamps on the nightstands flipped on.
Matthew was now shirtless, his belt unbuckled and pants open. Dark curls covered his chest, trailing over his stomach, and down lower. I wanted to lick the V of his hips. I craned my head back, holding his gaze as I slid my hand inside his pants. His eyes closed with a throaty groan as my fingertips glided over his hardening cock.
He gently grabbed my hand before I could go any further and drew it above my head, followed by the other, careful not to touch my burn. He grabbed the hem of my dress and slowlylifted, working the soft fabric off me until it joined his clothes on the floor.
Matthew sucked in a breath and took a step back to admire me. “Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful, Evie.”
Going with lingerie had been one of my best ideas ever. “Do you like the red?” I whispered.
