Page 65 of Resurfaced Passion
His brow folded in briefly, he got that look again, as if he were debating what he could or couldn’t tell her.
“Jud,” he said eventually. “But everyone calls me Reaper nowadays.” His tone suggested he wanted her to only call him Reaper and it gave her pause until she looked over at him and found his eyes attached to her face. They were oozing lust.
Oh, wow.
Her brain let go of all her unanswered questions about him for now.
All she wanted to do in that moment was spend time with Reaper. To look across the table through the flickering candlelight and know that he was already looking right at her.
“I’m glad we’re doing this,” she smiled. “But…was it your fevered migraine pain that made you decide you wanted to date me? It’s not too late to back out.” Selecting a seeded hunk of bread, she first inhaled its yeasty goodness then Paige tore small pieces of it and nibbled. If there was one thing on this earth she loved more than … probably the man in front of her … it was bread. She dipped it in the butter and chewed carefully while Reaper watched her.
“Wasn’t it me who was knuckle-deep in your pussy just earlier?”
She choked so bad she gulped a full glass of water in an instant.
“Jesus,Reaper. Quiet, anyone can hear you.”
Flabbergasted. Turned on.So damn turned on.
“Answer, baby.”
Jesus, who was this man calling her baby all of a sudden? She couldn’t figure his one-eighty flip at all and while he held the basket of carbs out to her, her fingers selecting a salted crusty roll this time, she knew she didn’t much care for why he wanted her suddenly. He was here. She was here and his wicked tongue touching the corner of his mouth while he waited for her answer, drove her wild.
“You know fine well it was you under my skirt.”
“And you stayed wet all day didn’t you?”
God. Luckily this time she wasn’t mid chew, but her thighs began to itch and clutch together to stop that little ache at the juncture.
She flicked her gaze through her lashes and blushed feeling his hot stare, leaned back in his seat dancing fingertips over the tines of the fork laid on the table.
“You’re a wicked boy.”
He smirked.
“Oh. I was so excited for tonight,” she watched him smile later as their dessert plates were cleared away. “That I forgot to tell you what’s happening at work.”
“Tell me what’s happening at work, baby.” He indulged; his own smile played on his face.
About halfway through dinner he’d grunted his Reaper grunt and climbed to his feet and brought his chair halfway around the table closer to her. She’d wholly approved of the move, more so when his hand started to play with hers as they ate. Now his fingers were interlocked with hers and his thumb stroked slowly.
The shivers distracted her, she didn’t even look up when the waiter brought the bill and Reaper tossed a black card on the little plate and helped her to her feet and held onto her hand.
“I’m going to be on TV!” she grinned.
Reaper frowned. “On TV? What do you mean?”
“Well, you know the boss is now semi-retired and his daughter took over? She let us know today right as I was finishing that one of her friends works for a news TV station, she does those local people of interest pieces on restaurants and wants to feature the diner! She said she’d love for me to talk about the custom bakes I do.”
Paige hadn’t noticed Reaper’s frown until she stopped talking.
“Isn’t thatamazing? I’ve never been on TV before. Let alone a show that goes national.”
He cleared his throat, opening the door for her. “Is that something you really want to do?”
“I think it’d be fun.”
His face looked pained once they were outside, she hadn’t bothered wearing a jacket, so he shrugged out of his and held it out so she could slip her arms down into the leather.
