“Really? You made me one of my favorite meals?”
“Yes, really. Enjoy.” He’d taste-tested it earlier and thought it was pretty good. Because he wanted to watch her face when she ate his meal, he took a seat across from her.
She took a bite, then her eyes slid closed. “This is so good.”
“As good as the one you had at the restaurant?”
“Might be even better. Are you trying to win me over with your cooking skills?”
“Is it working?” Whatever worked, he’d do. He’d never clicked with a woman the way he did her, and he’d never wanted a woman the way he did her.
Mischief danced in those incredible blue eyes of hers. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I should hold out for a few more amazing meals before answering that.”
“Ah, the lady is going to make me work for her admiration.” He leaned toward her and whispered, “Just so you know, I never give up when I want something.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He almost got up to go kiss her then, and he was sure she wanted him to, but not yet. “Finish your dinner. The chef worked damn hard cheffing your dinner.”
“Maybe I’ll personally thank the chef.”
“The chef thinks that’s a great idea.”
“I’m sure he does.”
“Ready for dessert?” he said after they finished the meal.
She patted her stomach. “I’m not sure there’s room in here for another bite.”
“Not even for pistachio ice cream and chocolate shortbread cookies?”
“You remembered everything I said.”
He tapped his head. “My brain is a sponge. If you’re full, maybe we can save dessert for a little later.”
“And what shall we do in the meantime?”
“I have some ideas about that.” He shifted his chair away from the table. “Come here.”
She moved to stand between his legs. “Now what?”
“Now, you put your arms around my neck, and I wrap mine around your waist.” He smiled when she did as instructed. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“Sit on my leg.” After she did, he slowly lowered his mouth to hers. As he kissed her, her hands drifted up to tangle in his hair, and she leaned into him until her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her dress was open in the back, almost down to her waist, and as he trailed his fingers down her spine, he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He liked this dress. Very much.
He broke the kiss and put his mouth next to her ear. “I want you, Kendall.” She had to feel his erection pressed against her thigh, had to feel just how much he wanted her.
“I want you, too.”
That was all he needed to know. “Bed. Now.” He stood with her in his arms, grinning when she giggled.
“I’ve never been carried before.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s very sexy.”
He’d show her sexy. When he reached his bed, he let her legs drop, and as she slid down his body, he captured her mouth again. She responded to the kiss with a hunger to match his own, and in a frenzy, they tore at each other’s clothes. The air around them filled with the sounds of their heavy breaths and the scent of their arousal.
When his shirt was tossed aside, her gaze roamed over his chest. “Oh, my,” she whispered. She danced her fingers over his abs, pushed her fingers into his skin, testing the firmness of his muscles, then over and up as if she was mapping his body. “I’ve never touched a body as magnificent as this.”