Page 56 of Beyond Question

Shit.

I’ve made a grave error. Why couldn’t I just take her to a restaurant like a normal guy would do on a second date?

She finally looks at me, tilting her head. “You’re nervous.”

I bark out a laugh that sounds utterly ridiculous. “How could you tell?”

Paige chuckles. “Well, for starters, you haven’t moved.” She motions toward me, then starts to turn away from me, walking deeper into the house as if following the scent of delivery lasagna to the kitchen. She drags her fingertips over the back of the couch and glances back at me over her shoulder, this coy look in her eyes that makes my head tilt and my cock twitch. “And I definitely assumed you’d be kissing me by now, what with how you warned me to expect more of that—”

My long strides eat up the distance between us faster than she can finish that sentence. I grab her hand, then pull her against my body, wrapping one arm around her waist as I clasp her face with the other hand. “Careful what you wish for,” I whisper, and then my mouth is on hers and she’s melting in my embrace.

She moves her lips against mine, but when I drag my tongue across her bottom lip, she doesn’t open up to me. I pull back justenough to catch the mischief in her eyes. “Let me in,” I growl against her mouth.

“So bossy,” she murmurs.

I pinch her side and she gasps, so I slip my tongue into her mouth and stroke the length of hers. She whimpers and I chuckle, the sound deep in my chest.

But then she reaches up and slides her hands into my hair, rising on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, and the playfulness of a moment ago is gone. I lick into her mouth, tasting her, stroking her tongue and coaxing it into my mouth until I can suck on it.

I slide one hand down to her ass and take a big handful, pressing her hips closer to mine so she can feel what just the simple act of kissing her does to me.

And she moans at the connection, a sound that sends a shockwave to my cock.

So I do it again, smirking when she presses her hands to my chest and breaks this kiss, those pale blue eyes wild with want. She fights to keep her composure, but her cheeks are flushed and it’s a struggle to breathe.

“Travis,” she says, the word laced with disbelief.

“Gotta give the lady what she wants.” I shrug and release her, just because if I hold her against me any longer, someone will be eating tonight, but it won’t be her.

And trust me when I tell you that if this woman is on the menu, I won’t be stopping anytime soon. And if I don’t put some distance between us,taking it slowguy is going to become someone else entirely.

“Let’s eat,” I say as I lead her the rest of the way into the kitchen.

“Did you cook all of this?”

I snort, then roll my lips together. “God, you’re adorable.” Shaking my head, I open the trashcan so she can see themountain of discarded foil containers within. “I’m good at many things, Paige, but cooking isn’t one of them.”

Paige smirks and her gaze falls to my lips.

My cock twitches again and I know this night is going to be long.

And painful.

Painfully long and painful.

With a deep breath and World’s Best self-control, I wrap my hands around her shoulders and guide her backwards until her butt hits the diming chair. “Sit, Ms. Matthews.”

She does so quickly, eyes full of mischief and lips twitching on a smile.

“Behave.”

Paige breathes deeply, then nods. “Yes, sir, Mr. Wilder.”

Huh. Maybe I get it now, why Cabot makes his subs call himSir.

My cock certainly does.

Turning away from Paige, I adjust myself as discreetly as possible, then grab the chilled bottle of wine and an empty glass. As I return to the table, I narrow my eyes. “You surprise me.”

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