I want to lick him.
“Eat your food,” he commands, voice raspy but authoritative.
I’m definitely no longer hungry for tacos, but I do as I’m told because I like to please him. His hazel eyes glitter appreciatively at me as he continues to eat. When I’m not staring at his stupidly hot chest and focus on my food, I can actually carry on a conversation.
“You came back pretty dusty. What were you two working on?”
Reid polishes off a third taco before swiping hismouth with a napkin. “Sanding drywall. There were a lot of holes needing patching.”
“Is it hard?”
“Nah.”
“How hard would it be to fix up the cute yellow place?”
He takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowing on me. “What’s up with that place? You have plans for it, don’t you?”
I look away to toy with my tortilla. “Something like that.”
“Emma.” The deep, throaty rumble of his voice vibrates through me. “Tell me.”
“It’s stupid.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Do I need to make you tell me?”
I gape at him, pussy tingling at his words. “What? How?”
“I have my methods.” He rises to his feet and then comes to stand behind me. “This goes much easier if you tell me what I want to know.”
His palms slide down my shoulders to my breasts over my shirt and he squeezes. If not telling him gets this kind of attention, I’m going to keep my lips glued shut.
“Em…”
I clamp down on my bottom lip with my teeth and tilt my head to look up at him. Something dark shifts in his gaze and a chill works its way down my spine.
“I see,” he growls. “Very well.”
He leans forward like he might kiss me, but I realize he’s just trying to reach my shorts. I lift up, whimpering as he slides both my shorts and panties down over my ass and thighs. I push them toward my knees and kick them away.
“Are we going to have sex now?”
Ignoring me, he grabs my thigh and lifts it. Then, he places my foot on the edge of the table. Curious to see where he’s going with this, I relax as he does the other leg too. Cool air tickles my pussy. I feel too exposed with my legs parted, feet on either side of my dinner plate, and ass hanging off the edge of the chair.
He walks away from me and my heart rate quickens. With eyes seared on me, he unhooks his top button and draws his zipper down. I can see his thick, hard cock tucked away under his jeans.
No underwear.
He’s trying to kill me.
Rather than pulling his dick out, he continues around the other side of the table. Then, he jerks out the chair across from me—the same one Mom always sits at. My eyes widen when he gets down on his knees.
“What are you doing?” I stammer, knowing good and damn well what he’s about to do.
“Having something sweet for dessert.”
Oh my God.
He drops down to his hands and knees, shuffling over the carpet toward me. I tilt myhead down so I can see him when he comes into view. His starved gaze materializes in the small window between my thighs and the table.
