“Wondering what?”
I remain silent for a moment, letting the suspense build before I finally ask, “What do you have on underneath that dress?”
Chapter Fifteen
Charlotte
Oh this man.He is so flirtatious. Charming. Sexy.
And all mine.
I never did answer his earlier question. If our relationship felt real to me. It seemed too scary, too overwhelming to answer him at the time.
So I didn’t.
This question though? I’ll definitely answer, and tease him much like he’s teasing me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I reach for my wineglass again, forgetting all about my earlier complaint that wine makes me sleepy. It usually does, but there’s a buzz in the air, and a matching buzz just beneath my skin that’s making me ultra-aware of my husband. The tension growing between us.
I think he feels it too.
“I would,” he says, his deep voice settling in between my legs, making me throb. “Like to know.”
“Maybe we should skip dessert,” I suggest.
“But I hear it’s the best part of the meal.”
He smiles and it’s devastating to see. Devastating in the best way.
“I’m sure it’s amazing but…” I let my voice drift, smiling in return and squirming in my seat.
“Are you offering yourself up as dessert?” He lifts a brow.
Yes, I think. Yes, I will.
“Is that what you want?”
“I’ll take you however I can get you, wife. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Dessert. Whenever you’ll have me,” he says.
Oookay. I need more wine. Blindly I reach for my glass, taking another gulp, the alcohol warm as I feel it course through my blood. “Don’t you need to pay?”
“I’ve got cash.” He starts to reach for his wallet when the server appears, setting our dessert plates in front of us. “Can you bring us the check, please?” Perry asks the server, his darkened gaze never leaving mine.
The man bows. “Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.”
“Guess we’re stuck eating dessert,” I tell Perry when the server leaves, my gaze on my plate. There’s a beautifully cut strawberry sitting on top of a cream-colored, dainty cake, all of it lightly drizzled with what looks like a caramel sauce. I grab my spoon and cut a slice, slipping it into my mouth and moaning with pleasure when the flavor bursts on my tongue. “Oh, this is good.”
“Yeah?”
I glance up at the hoarse sound of his voice, finding him watching me intently. I cut into the dessert with my spoon and offer it to him, even though he has his own dish sitting in front of him.
I want to feed him.
He grabs hold of my hand, pulling it closer. His touch gentle as he circles his fingers around my wrist, guiding the spoon to his mouth. His gaze never strays from mine as he wraps his lips around the spoon, a low, rumbling hum sounding from deep in his chest.
Oh.Pretty sure my thong is damp just from the look in his eyes. The sound he just made.
“Delicious,” he agrees once he leans back in his chair, his lips curled in a devious smile. “Not as good as you, though.”