“You never cooked?”
“We had a chef.” She shrugs a shoulder. “I was good at going over a weekly menu with him. And now, I take orders and deliver food, but I do not cook.”
I nod slowly. “Okay, so we’re adding cooking lessons to tonight’s agenda, then. Do you still like salmon with asparagus? Maybe some pasta in a nice cream sauce?”
“Who doesn’t like that?”
“Excellent. Let’s go.”
I gesture for her to walk ahead of me, and when she does, my eyes can’t stay off of her ass. She always had a fucking incredible backside. It fit perfectly in my hands as she rode me, and that’s absolutelynotwhat I should be thinking about right now.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing. Why?”
“You just cleared your throat, like, three times. Are you getting sick?”
“No, of course not.” I lead her inside the house and point to her cat. “Looks like she hasn’t moved.”
“I told you, she loves that spot.” Sarah turns to me and tilts her head to the side. “But really, what’s wrong?”
“I’m great. You’re here, and I get to eat delicious food.”
Her eyes narrow. “Uh-uh. I don’t buy it.”
“You.” I lick my lips and then lean against the kitchen counter, staring at her. “I’m thinking aboutyouin ways that don’t involve a simple dinner or me keeping my manners in check when I kiss you goodnight. I’m thinking about the way your butt feels in my hands when we’re naked and the little sounds you make when you come, and how much I’ve wanted you for more than a decade.”
I take a deep breath and watch as her eyes glass over.
“But that’s not what we’re here for. Not yet. So, let’s drop it and have a nice dinner because I’m starving.”
I turn to the refrigerator, open the door, and stare blindly inside.
“Tanner.” Sarah’s hand glides up my arm, to my shoulder, and over to my neck. When it’s halfway down my back, I turn to her.
“What?”
“There’s absolutelynoreason that we can’t have dinnerandsex. In whatever order you’d like.”
Fucking hell, my system can’t take it. I cup her cheeks in my hands and stare into her eyes intently, searching to make sure that she means it and isn’t just saying the words because she wants to pay me back for my hospitality.
Not that Sarah would ever do that.
“Make sure you mean it.”
ChapterSeven
Sarah
“Idon’t think I’ve ever been more sure about something in my life.” My eyes drop to his lips, and I lick my own instinctively as his hands drop away from my face. “I’ve wanted you forever, Tanner. Since I was a kid.”
His hands flex in and out of fists, as if he’s restraining himself from touching me, so I take one of his hands in mine and bring it back up to my face.
“Iwantyou to touch me. I’m not fragile or broken. I’m a woman, well aware of what, and who, I want.”
“I don’t think you’re fragile, but youareprecious,” he says as his fingers move into my hair to brush gently. “And I don’t care if that sounds cheesy.”
“Maybe only alittlecheesy.” I grin and lean into him, and when his lips press against my forehead, I can’t help but sigh.