Page 41 of Mr. Flirt

Shep walked over with our dinner and put the plates down on the table. “You have an uncanny ability to confuse the shit out of me.”

I grinned and sat down before sipping on my beer. “Thank you.”

He took a seat and studied me for a brief second. I could feel my cheeks warming, and I hoped they didn’t rosy up on me.

“Listen, I won’t hold you to what you said earlier if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said with a smile.

“I want to.” I stopped myself. “But... I’m not very good at it.”

“At what?” he asked, picking up his fork.

“Sex.”

He smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do the dirty with me.”

“No. It’s true. I’m awful.”

Shep took a deep breath. “I highly doubt that.”

“No, it’s true. I have no imagination for it.”

“I can fix that.” His blue eyes locked on mine, and my body heated up instantly with a pool of warmth between my thighs.

All from a smoldering look in my direction.

I chuckled. “I think you might be right.”

Which scared the crap out of me.

Grabbing my fork, I stabbed a piece of fish and took a bite. “This is delicious. Amazing.”

“Glad you like it.” He watched me closely. “Swift change of topic.”

“Love it. And the risotto. Yum to the tenth degree.” I ignored his comment.

Shep’s smile only widened. “Imagine if I were to trail my fingers along your thighs while my mouth slowly opened, pressing my lips just above your belly button. Your body shudders slightly as my warm breath spreads across your bare skin.”

I stared at him, feeling every cell in my body hopping around like jumping beans. My chest became heavy with desire, but the weight of what I wanted to do with him lifted every wall I’d magically put up in the last ten minutes.

My mouth parted as I slowly licked my lips to gain my bearings. The heavy pounding of my pulse shuffled through me.

“And then what?” I asked, unable to rip my gaze from him.

His eyes darkened, and he was silent for a few seconds.

“I’d push your legs apart, look into your eyes, and—”

“Wow.” I caught myself breathing heavily.

“And all I have to do is look at you to have those kinds of thoughts tear through my mind, Lucy.” His eyes remained stormy as he smiled. “So, if you don’t think you’re any good at sex, you’re wrong. The men you were with just didn’t understand a woman’s body. You make sex good by showing up. Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

The entirety of my being was swirling in a wicked rage of emotions. I wanted to push all logic aside, slide the plates off the table, and have him take me right here in the dining room.

It made no sense, except that Shep was good at flirting. At making women feel good about themselves. I thought back to his sister’s and her best friends’ dare about dating their Mr. Wrong. Shep was absolutely my Mr. Wrong. Even how we met was filled with big warning signs. But somehow, he made me feel like me.

Shep dabbed his mouth with a napkin and smiled at me.

“But I think we should wait on all that until you’re ready,” he said softly. “Enjoy dinner.”

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