I poured her a glass of wine. “Who said it’s not?”
She grabbed the glass, but didn’t drink it right away. Her eyes stayed on me, cold but curious, like she was trying to figure out whether to kiss me or kill me after dessert.
And I’d be good with either.
She finally took a sip, watching me over the rim of the glass. “You’ve got some fucking nerve,” she said, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “You really think you can walk into my life like this and not face consequences?”
I leaned back on the stool, still butt-ass naked, still unbothered. “I considered the consequences, and still showed up.”
“Are you always this persistent?”
“Only when the reward’s worth it.”
She cut her eyes at me, but the heat behind them had shifted. She was still annoyed, but underneath it, I could tell she was more than intrigued.
“You’re playing with fire,” she said.
I smirked. “Good thing I brought wine to put it out.”
She let out a soft breath, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh, then reached for her fork and started eating off her plate like she hadn’t had a gun to my forehead five minutes ago.
We ate in silence for a moment, then she looked over at me again. “I have to give it to you. This food is delicious, but this still doesn’t change anything.”
I nodded, chewing. “So you say.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
“And I still hate you.”
I smiled. “That’s a lie. If you did, I wouldn’t be eating your food, drinking your wine, and you wouldn’t be letting me sit here naked, so…”
Her fork froze mid-air. “Finish that sentence,” she said. “I dare you.”
I took a sip of wine, then grinned. “Nah. I’m good. Just hurry up and finish your food. I got something I want to show you.”
She narrowed her eyes but didn’t say a word, continuing to chew her food. Feeling entirely at ease with her, I observed her eating, allowing the tension to linger between each mouthful. Once she placed her fork down and nudged her plate away, I leaned so close she could feel my breath on her ear.
“Now that we’ve got dinner out of the way. I’m ready for dessert,” I whispered flirtatiously.
Before she could hit me with a slick remark, I stood and grabbed her by the hips before lifting her onto the island.
“Dallas—wait,” she said, hands pushing at my shoulders, but her voice didn’t have any real weight behind it.
“Nah. I’ve waited long enough,” I replied as I peeled fabric from skin as if I were unwrapping a gift.
“You can’t just—”
“I can. And I will.”
Her pants hit the floor, followed by her top, and she was still trying to front like she didn’t want this as much as I did.
“I knew you wanted this,” I whispered, eyeing her soaked panties before snatching them off.
Without waiting for her approval, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and dove in with the eagerness of a starving man. Sophia let out something between a moan and a curse, hands grabbing my head to smash my face into her pussy.
“I still hate you,” she gasped.
