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“Perfect, right?”he asked, interrupting her nearly orgasmic pleasure.
Carys glared at him over the rim of her glass.“You’re ruining my concentration, sir.”
He grinned, lifting his hands, palms out.“Forgive me.Please continue.”
Chapter 7
Rafi watched, utterly fascinated.As she sniffed and stared into the ruby depths of the wine, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.When she took her second sip, Rafi tensed unknowingly.He watched as she swirled the wine in her mouth, then leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she once again savored the flavors.
“Oh my!”she whispered as his body tightened with lust.“That is…exquisite!”
Holy hell!His body throbbed, feeling like he was on the edge of a climax just from watching her take a sip of wine!
Yes!But even more important, Rafi realized he desperately wanted to hear her say those same words after he brought her to her own climax.He wanted to feel and taste her pleasure on his tongue and around his shaft as she shattered just like that!He wanted to give her the same pleasure with his body, to feel her shudder and know she was experiencing the same aftershocks.
She sipped again and Rafi tensed, waiting for her next reaction.It was just as powerful as the first time.“Wow!”she said with awe.He watched, his muscles tightening as he fought for control of his body.It took monumental effort, but as he shifted in his chair, slowly, he regained control of himself.
Then he had to watch as she gently put the wine glass down.She did so with such precision, he couldn’t help picturing those fingers touching him, wrapping around his erection and slowly, carefully, exploring every inch of him.
Damn it!What the hell was she doing to him?He always maintained control!He prided himself on never losing his cool.But Carys had vanquished his self-control with just a few sips of wine.
“Thank you,” she said in a reverent tone, gripping the edges of the table.
When he lifted his eyes from her fingers, staring into those blue depths, he saw that she was just as overwhelmed as he was.
“Food,” he blurted.He noted the surprise in her eyes and inhaled.It took him several moments to relax.
“Food?”Carys echoed softly.
“Yes.Food.Eating.Dinner.”He slowly inhaled again.Finally, he reached for the menu.“Are you in the mood for chicken?Beef?Seafood?”He glanced at her.“Are you a vegetarian?”
Chapter 8
Carys shook her head.“I’m ‘plant forward’ but I love meat,” she explained, feeling as if she were moving through a hazy, erotic dream.Her body was throbbing, intensely aware of the man sitting across from her.Every movement fascinated her.As he gripped the menu, her eyes lingered on his hands, wondering what it would feel like to have those hands cup her breasts.His fingers were long, like a pianist’s.How would it feel if the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple?
What had he asked her?Oh, right!Food.
“What does ‘plant forward’ mean?”he asked.He looked genuinely interested and she didn’t understand why they were still here.Why didn’t he just toss the menus aside and put her on the table?
“Um…I tend to eat plant-based foods as much as possible.I do eat meat, but I aim for fruits, vegetables, and legumes most of the time.”
“That sounds interesting.When did you start doing that?”
She sighed and laid the menu down.Folding her hands in her lap, she tried to concentrate on the conversation.“I tried to be a vegetarian during college.But I realized I was just eating cheese for my protein and knew that wasn’t healthy.”She shrugged and took a deep breath, trying to stop wondering what it would be like if he kissed her.She looked away, staring unseeingly out the window.“I started researching nutrition and…” she shrugged.“Now, I just eat what seems delicious.”
“How about a steak for dinner?I know this restaurant serves delicious steaks.”
Carys shook her head.“Not tonight.I don’t think I could truly enjoy a steak just now.”
The heat in his eyes intensified and Carys shifted slightly in her seat.She didn’t want to eat.Her hunger was a distant memory now.She was nearly trembling with a need that was completely unfamiliar and she had no idea how to deal with it.
“Chicken then,” he decided.
Why was he still talking about food?
The waiter arrived and they both ordered chicken, but different dishes.Carys wasn’t exactly sure what she selected.In fact, she merely glanced at the menu options and ordered the first chicken dish that caught her eye.
“Tell me about yourself,” he urged.
