Page 22 of Designs on You

“Ever tried axe throwing?” he asked.

“Can’t say that’s something I’ve ever tried.”

He leaned back in the chair. “How about sports in high school or college?”

“Swimming and golf.”

He nodded. “Both require a lot of skill and endurance.”

She appreciated the compliment. “Thanks. How about you?”

“Baseball and soccer.”

“I could see that about you. You have the body.”

“Ohh,” he said, grinning. “You’ve been checking out my body, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “No.”

“It’s okay. I’ve definitely checked yours out. Would you like me to cite my favorite parts?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine. I’ll save it until after I’ve gotten you naked.”

A flush of heat surrounded her. “That’s presumptuous.”

“Nah. Confident. We have chemistry, Natalie. It’s only a matter of time until we get naked.”

She leveled her gaze at him. “It’s just dinner tonight, Eugene.”

He gave her an enigmatic smile. “Just dinner. Tonight.”

The way he looked at her was like…wow. No man had ever looked at her like he wanted to devour every inch of her. Eugene did. The thought of having sex with Eugene simultaneously turned her on and scared her to death. She could already imagine…

Well, it was probably best not to because it wasn’t going to happen.

Not tonight, anyway.

No. Don’t think that way. They weren’t compatible in any way whatsoever. Why was she even contemplating the possibility?

Their food arrived, and Natalie was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she could barely stomach more than a few bites.

Eugene frowned. “Is the food bad?”

“No, it’s excellent, really. Would you like a taste?”

“I’d love a taste.” He leaned forward, and she scooped her fish onto her fork, sliding some between his lips. “Mmm. It’s really good. Would you like a bite of my steak?”

Watching him take a bite of her food was a sensual experience she hadn’t expected. “Sure.”

He sliced a bite-size piece of steak, then held his fork to her lips. She couldn’t help but make eye contact with him when he slidthe fork between her lips, all her nerve endings focused on his eyes, the way they darkened as he slid the food into her mouth.

She barely tasted the steak, which she presumed was good. All she could think about was his mouth. Her mouth. Tongues. Kissing. Holy crap.

“Good?” he asked, his voice deep. Husky. Sexy as all hell.

She cleared her throat and nodded, needing a sip of her cocktail before she could answer. “Yes. Very good.”

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