Page 10 of When You Blush
He smirks, but I can tell he doesn’t buy it.
The server returns way faster than I expected and sets both plates of pie on the table, but I put them both in the middle, making Blake’s eyebrows wing up.
“Do you hate apple pie?” I ask.
“No.”
“Then we’ll just share them. Because really, who can choose between these two on the day before Thanksgiving?”
I grab a clean fork and dig in, sit back, and sigh in happiness.
“Jesus,” he mutters, and when I open my eyes, he’s scowling.
“What?”
“You make some sexy fucking noises when you eat.”
I blink at him. What am I supposed to say to that?
Rather than try to think of something, I take another bite of pie and really work atnotmoaning.
Honest, I truly try.
But I can’t help it because that might be the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever eaten.
Blake clears his throat.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “It’s not my fault. The pie is delicious.”
His jaw clenches. His dark eyes narrow on me.
And I clench my thighs because this look he’s giving me screamsI want to fuck you right here on this table.
It’s damn satisfying.
And when we’re finished with the pie, I insist on paying for dinner.
“Youpromised,” I remind him when he looks like he wants to argue. “Don’t be that guy, Blake.”
“Which guy?”
“The one who makes empty promises.”
He shakes his head and lets me slip my card into the folder with the check. Once we’re all paid up, we walk back to the elevator.
He slips his hand in mine and weaves our fingers together as he hits the button for our floor.
The air is static. My heart is hammering, and I’m …hot.It’s been such a long time since I had sex, I don’t know if I even remember how.
But something tells meheknows.
I bite my lip as I watch the numbers climb above the door, and then they open, and Blake leads me down the hall, my hand still firmly in his.
He unlocks the door with the card and pushes it open. I step inside with him, then walk to the middle of the living room, turn to face him, and we spend ten seconds just staring.
It’s a silent conversation.
Can I touch you?
