Page 57 of Playoff
Then she got into it. When I caught her glance again, she licked her fork, slowly, her tongue caressing the tines. “This is really good.”
“Can I try it?”
She watched me for a minute, then put her fork into the fish and lifted it, stretching her arm across the table and holding it in front of my face for me to take a bite. I opened my mouth, and wrapping my hand around her wrist, pulled the fork toward me till I could close my lips around it.
“Mhhm,” I said, slowly letting her wrist slip away, my fingers brushing over her palm.
She drew in a long breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. My cock was coming to life, letting me know it was interested in another session as soon as we could find a private place.
The waiter came to refill our glasses, giving us a break. Conversation lapsed as the tension simmered. I didn’t taste the rest of my meal, excellent as it was. My attention was all focused on the woman across the table. We set down our utensils when we were done, and the server returned.
“Would you like me to take your plates now?”
“Please.” I leaned back to give him room.
“And can I interest you in dessert?”
I wasn’t interested in anything that was on the menu. I looked at Jess and she shook her head. “Just the check please.”
He walked away. I leaned forward. “I want something else for dessert.”
Her eyes widened. “But we can’t. Justin will be home now, and Fitch…”
She didn’t say she didn’t want to. There were a lot of reasons to step back, but I liked playing risks. And somewhere inside, she did too. “We could get a hotel room here,” I suggested.
Her eyes became circles. “What?”
“Make use of it for an hour or so, and then go back to Toronto.”
She sat back as the waiter came over carrying the folder with the bill. I had my credit card ready and passed it to him. He pulled out the machine and quickly ran the card through.
Jess blinked. “Wait, I can pay for mine.”
The server shot a glance at her. I shook my head. We didn’t want to attract attention and have this man remember us. “You can get next time.”
Understanding crossed her face. “Oh, yeah. That works.”
I wasn’t sure I could take that as a promise for there to be a next time. I liked the sound of it anyway.
I stood and Jess followed, picking up her jacket and gloves. We left the restaurant and paused. “I’m parked around the corner. You okay to walk?”
She pulled her collar up. “Of course.” She shivered.
“Come here.” She shot me a wary look but came closer. I wrapped an arm around her. “That better?”
“Define better,” she muttered, but she stayed in my embrace.
We walked quickly to the Merc and I opened her door. The vehicle was already warming, the remote start a handy feature. By the time I was in the driver’s seat, she’d cranked her seat warmer all the way up.
I buckled my seat belt and put my hand on the shifter. When I glanced her way, she was looking at me. I couldn’t read her expression, and I didn’t want to force her. “We could go back to Toronto now.”
“Feel like you’ve got your test drive done?”
That wasn’t a yes. “Or we could take a detour. It’s only eight thirty. There’d probably be less traffic in a couple of hours, and I could get a better feel for the car.” The car wasn’t what I was really wanting to get a feel for. Or of.
She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. “We shouldn’t.”
Still not a no. “That’s not what I’m asking. But we’re here, where no one knows what we’re doing. I’m willing to take the risk.”
