Page 5 of An Unholy Affair
‘And they make bacon.’
‘Ah. Yes, you’re right. Pigs win. Pretty much nothing can beat a bacon sarnie.’
‘Doyouhave a favourite animal?’
He shrugged. ‘Not sure. Cats are out as I’m allergic to them. Dogs? Dolphins?’
She laughed. ‘Dolphinsareamazing.’And you’re amazing, Jasper.
‘Tell me more about you,’ he said. ‘What’s your favourite food?’
‘I think you can probably guess.’
‘Bacon sandwich?’
She nodded. ‘And roast pork with crackling, and prosciutto, and sticky ribs, and ham, and sausages.’
‘You’re making me hungry.’
Her gaze flicked to his mouth, and she swallowed. ‘What about you? What do you like to, erm, eat?’
If her cheeks had been hot before, the moment she’d spoken they started producing enough heat to smelt gold.
His eyes dropped to her lips.
‘Eveline…’
Her heart was hammering so hard inside her chest she was sure he could hear it.
He reached towards her, resting his hand on the bar, the palm facing up as if in invitation.
Could she take it?
His phone lit up with a call.
She glanced at it. ‘Do you—’
He shook his head, and with his free hand, turned it over so the screen was facing down.
Just do it!She placed her hand on the bar next to his. She’d prayed to God, and he’d delivered. This was meant to be. She grazed her fingertips across his.
A shock of electricity shot up her arm, and he sucked in a breath. She hesitated, thinking to withdraw, but he moved his thumb across the back of her hand. The movement was so subtle, yet so intimate. She bit her lip to stop a whimper from escaping.
Bringing her eyes up to meet his, she lost herself in the heat of his gaze. She’d never felt so alive before, so overwhelmed by desire. The only point of contact between them was their hands, but every tiny touch sent flames licking across her skin and a heavy pulse to beat between her thighs. She’d never experienced such raw and elemental sensations before, the desperate urge to consume and be consumed by him.
As if drawn by forces more powerful than her will, she slid off the stool and stood between his legs. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing matched the unevenness of her own.
‘Eveline…’
Jasper’s fingers were now interlaced with hers, his thumb drawing circles of fire on her palm.
His phone vibrated again on the bar beside them.
‘Should—’
He shook his head.
‘But it might be important?’
