Fuck it. Why not?
I lean forward, and his eyes widen, his nostrils flaring as he brings the fork to my lips. It’s quiet enough in here that I can hear the sharp hiss of his breath as I close my lips around the fork, my eyes never leaving his. A surge of power at the effect I have on him rushes through my veins, heady and fizzy like good champagne.
Pulling the bite off the fork, I straighten, barely aware of the food in my mouth for the sparks that are flying between us.
Holy fuck. I think I’m going to go up in flames. And I can’t find it in me to regret it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cal
Jesus. I think I might come in my pants.
This chick.
She doesn’t back down from a challenge. At first I didn’t think she was going to let me feed her. I almost caved and handed her the fork. But then she leaned in, and holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
Her eyes hold mine, a hint of challenge in their depths as her lips part, letting me slip the fork between them, all plush and red and delectable.
Closing around the tines, pursing slightly as she pulls the morsel into her mouth, curling in a wicked smile as the fork pulls free.
Fuuuuck.
I don’t know how I’m going to last the rest of dinner. God, what if she won’t come home with me afterward?
I’m going to have to spend the rest of the night fucking my fist, the image of her letting me feed her playing on a loop in my head.
Just a few minor tweaks, and it’s her on her knees letting me feed her my cock.
What I wouldn’t give to make that a reality.
Clearing my throat, I shift in my seat, and when I risk a glance at her again, she’s smiling. That knowing, self-satisfied smirk. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She returns her attention to her plate and cuts a bite. “Would you like to try mine?” The fork comes up, a small chunk of meat speared on the end. I look from the fork to her dark eyes dancing with amusement. And heat. She’s loving this kind of foreplay.
“You’re going to make me take it from you, aren’t you?” I ask quietly.
Her chin dips once in a nod.
I run my tongue over my teeth, considering, then shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m good with my steak.” And I place another bite in my mouth, the perfect balance of seasoning, grill char, and tenderness.
She scoffs. “It’s gonna be like that, is it?”
Smirking, I shrug. “Guess so.”
The rest of our conversation sticks to shallow subjects—classes, which professors to avoid if you can, football—but underneath is this simmering tension, like a steel band tightening around us, drawing us closer together. She’s still resisting its pull, but me? I can’t wait to find out what happens when there’s no escape for either of us.
Once I have her underneath me and writhing in pleasure, it’ll be easy to get her completely under my spell. I’ll get everything I’ve wanted all semester—the hot chick I’ve been lusting after for weeksandmy starting spot back. Staring at her as we eat, I can’t restrain the smile that curves my lips. Because finally, everything is coming together.
* * *
“Did you save room for dessert?” the waitress asks as we’re finishing up with our dinner.
I meet Piper’s eyes. “What do you think?”
Shaking her head, that sweet little smirk pulling at her mouth, she says, “Not for me. I’m stuffed.”
With a smile for the waitress, I ask for the check.
