“Five more bites,” he countered. “Then you get a treat.”
A treat? What kind of a treat? She was thinking maybe his idea of a treat and hers were different. Because if he was talking about coating his cock in chocolate and offering it to her . . .
Then yeah, she was totally behind that.
“You really didn’t read my books?” she whispered.
“No. But I’m dying to now.” He grabbed her plate from the microwave, putting it next to her on the counter. Then he stepped between her legs, pressing them apart. He forked up some more food. Instead of feeding it to her, he blew on it then tested the temperature.
He blew on it again.
“Um, you really don’t need to blow on my food.”
“It’s a bit too hot. You’d burn yourself.”
She probably shouldn’t let him take over like this. Right? Urgh, she wished her mind would stop arguing with itself.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and ran his finger around the palm. She shivered and tried to draw her hand back. It was ticklish, but there was something strangely sexy about it. As though all her senses became honed in on that one area.
“Eyes on mine,” he commanded.
She raised her gaze, her eyes caught by his as he continued to run his finger around her palm. Somehow, she could almost feel the same touch on her clit. Circling the throbbing nub.
“That’s better,” he said in a low voice.
“W-what did you do that for?”
“You were stuck in your head and you needed to be pulled free. Be warned, if that happens then no matter where we are, I’m going to pull you out. However I have to.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a selfish asshole that wants your attention on me at all times?”
Yeah. She didn’t believe that. Oh, he might want her attention but not because he was selfish. He wouldn’t have brought her to his home if he was. Plus, he’d taken time off work to care for her, using up his vacation time.
He fed her a mouthful and she ate as she thought.
“That’s not it.”
“Maybe it’s because when you go into your head, this sad look comes into your eyes. You look lost and alone, and I don’t like it.”
She did? Shoot. “I thought I
was good at hiding my emotions.”
“You are. But I’m also good at reading people.”
“What does that mean, however you have to?”
“It means just what I said. I’ll use whatever methods I need to get your attention and pull you free. What I just did worked this time, if it doesn’t next time well, I need to choose a different method.”
She wasn’t sure what that different method might be. Or if she even wanted to know.
He held up another forkful.
He wanted her to sit on his lap. He wanted her kisses. He wanted to feed her. He called her things like little girl. He joked about bibs and diapers.
Holy sugar balls.