Page 27 of Seductive Scoundrel

I crave ice cream.

I need ice cream.

A sexy grin grows on his face as we stare at each other while I remain mute.

“Please, have a seat,” he suggests, pulling the chair out for me.

A miracle happens and I manage to sit down without falling or, worse, jumping him.

“Thank you,” I squeak as he places the napkin across my lap, his fingers intimately trailing across one leg and then the other.

“I took the liberty of ordering for us and instructed the wait staff to interrupt as little as possible. I want you all to myself,” he adds, his amazing blue eyes staring straight into my soul.

Hell yeahimmediately pops into my mind, but fortunately, I’m able to stop it from popping out of my mouth. Instead, I nod as he pours me a finger of wine.

Slowly, I inhale the delicious aroma before rolling the dark liquid around my mouth, letting the flavor ignite my taste buds. I may not know much about fine dining, but I know wine.

Three summers spent working at a vineyard while in university helped cultivate both my knowledge and appreciation for a good glass of vino.

“I hope it’s acceptable?”

I’m not sure if he’s asking about the wine or fact that he wants to be alone with me, so I play it safe. The last thing I need is for Mr. Big Dick to know exactly how much I want – his big dick.

“It’s divine. Full-bodied with an oaky undertone and fruity aftertaste,” I rattle off, reveling at the way his eyebrows raise in surprise.

He nods as his gaze moves from my face to my breasts. The cut of this dress accentuates every curve, and makes my boobs look freaking amazing. Maybe I’ll never take it, or these shoes, off again.

I’ve never felt more beautiful. Who knew clothes could create such a huge difference in confidence? Based on the look in Dean’s eyes – he knew.

“Divine and full-bodied are a perfect description,” he replies, his deep voice doing unthinkable things to my insides.

How is he even real?

Jackhammers pound in my ears as he leans in, lightly brushing his lips against mine. The kiss is like a feather grazing my skin, leaving me wanting more.

A lot more.

I breathe in his masculine scent as our lips linger close, yet not quite touching. “You have excellent taste.” My words come out low and breathy, making his body stiffen. My fingertips find his jaw while my lips press against his for a long, slow, sultry kiss.

On a scale of one to ten, the kiss is easily a seventy-five and we haven’t even opened our mouths. It makes me wonder if he’s this good – at everything.

I thought that I had chemistry with men in the past, but touching Dean makes me realize I had no idea what chemistry even is. My body is a live wire and although I want more, if we get going, I’ll be having Mr. Big Dick’s ice cream balls before appetizers are even served.

Somehow, finding superhuman strength, I pull back.

“Actually, I’d say my taste is exquisite.” His eyes sweep over my body again. “In all things. You are absolutely stunning. Why on earth would you refuse to show me your face at the masquerade?”

The masquerade – shit!

He tops up my wine and looks at me expectantly, waiting for an answer I don’t have.

“The masquerade,” I repeat, trying to coax a reasonable explanation out of my malfunctioning brain while my ovaries beg me to jump him and make him forget the question.

The man is delicious.

“Yes, the masquerade.”

I should have thought this through. Had an answer ready – but that would have been smart. And lately, I’m anything other than smart when it comes to men.

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