Page 77 of Enchanting the CEO

She looked at me over her shoulder. "You're an ass man, huh? You seem quite obsessed with it."

"Yours is gorgeous. Deserves to be the object of my obsession."

When we stepped inside the house, I twirled her around, keeping her against me. "But just in case you were wondering, I obsess about every single part of you."

"Hmm, want to prove it?"

"Gladly."

I moved one hand from her shoulder down the side of her body, cupping her breast over the bra as I pressed my thumb right over the base of the fabric where I knew her nipple was. She arched her back and hissed at the contact. Instead of kissing her, I pulled my head back just a few inches, watching her. She was exquisite. I cared as much about her pleasure as I did about mine. These past few days had been torture, being next to her and not being able to touch her. The few times she did attempt to climb over me, I didn't take her up on it because she'd been somewhere between delirious and exhausted. Now she was healthy and so damn sexy that I could barely focus on all the things I wanted to do to her.

One step at a time.

I pulled the elastic band from her hair. I liked her hair cascading around her back. It was thick and so damn soft. I sank my fingers into it, gently tugging.

"You smell amazing," I said.

She laughed nervously. "Probably like all the food we cooked."

"No, like cherries."

"Ah, my shampoo." Her voice was tight.

Looking her straight in the eyes, I put my finger at one corner of her mouth, then moved it slowly over her upper lip to the other corner. "You're tense. What's wrong?"

She licked her lips, and her eyes widened. "I don't know. I'm a bit nervous, I guess."

I dropped my hand from her face, putting both palms on her shoulders. "I can tell. But why?"

"I'm not even sure. I guess because the first time we were together, it was kind of by accident."

"No, it was fucking not by accident. I've wanted you since I saw you at the bar that first night."

She snapped her gaze back up at me. "Gabe..."

I nodded. "Then I realized you were Celia's sister. She wouldn't look kindly on me seducing you."

She grinned. "Your plans went that far, huh?"

"You have no idea. Then, when I came by her apartment, I figured we were both grown-ups, and we could do this.”

I was touching her neck now. I couldn't keep my hands to myself.

"And once you moved in, I realized I'm in a ton of trouble."

“Oh my God. I thought it was just me.”

I smirked. “No, it wasn't. And I can't believe my grandmother picked up on it."

"She’s really good, huh?" Diane asked loudly.

"She saw something, I'm sure of it. She'll probably eventually tell me what. She has a sixth sense about these things. But... let’s focus on us, Diane. You don't need to be nervous about anything."

"Why are you so charming?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. "And you were so gallant the whole day, treating me to lunch and the cooking class."

Somewhere in the back of my mind, her words registered.

Treating? That was nothing. It was less than nothing. It was basically the minimum requirement for a date.

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