Page 113 of It's Not PMS, It's You
I headed back to Ruth and sat down beside her, picking up my pork slider and holding it toward her. “Open up.”
“I’m not going to eat yours,” she said. “I can go get another one.”
“No, you can’t. This is the last one.”
“Then I’mdefinitelynot going to eat it.”
“Open. Now. You know you want to. And I want to give it to you.”
Ruth arched an eyebrow. “Pardon me?”
“That didn’t come out right, but you know what I mean. Let me share this with you. It would be a pleasure.”
And I truly meant that.
Ruth hesitated, smiled, then leaned closer to me. “Just a nibble and that’s it.”
“A nibble is fine. Two or three nibbles is even better.”
She opened her mouth and I swear I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips.
My heart banged against my chest, just watching her smile, and her waiting for me to feed her. Just like I had done in the sushi restaurant.
I slowly fed it to her, watching her take a tiny bite on the end. She chewed slowly, moaning, her eyes on me, then glancing down at the pork slider again like she was okay having a little more.
Watching her lick the sauce off her bottom lip was damn near the most erotic exhibition I’d ever seen. How could eating pork be such a turn-on?
It was a pig.
I guess it didn’t matter.
She wanted more.
Good.
I held it closer to her lips and she took another little bite.
Ruth moaned again as she chewed.
She really needed to stop doing that. It was killing me.
She finished the last bite and then polished off the potato salad before I could even blink. “Oops. I guess I was hungry.”
I chuckled. “No need to apologize. I’m sure I enjoyed feeding you much more than you enjoyed eating it.”
“I doubt that.”
“Believe me.”
“I don’t.”
“You have to.”
We locked gazes, just like we had done before.
We were in our own little world.
Just the two of us.
