I held one stick between my thumb and index finger, the other resting awkwardly against my ring finger. They wobbled, tips crossing like they were jousting. I attempted to pick up a piece of food, but it slipped away, mocking me.
Come on, Noelle. You can do this. I think.
I tried again. My broccoli nearly fell off my plate. Aiden stepped closer, his presence warm against my back. He reached around me, his hand enveloping mine.Damn, his hand was big.I eyed his fingers as they moved, imagining them touching me instead of those chopsticks.
My thoughts were instantly pulled back to that kiss and the way he’d choked me. I couldn’t suppress the shiver that made my entire body tremble. If he felt it, he didn’t say anything. I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and forced myself to listen to what he was saying.
“Here,” he murmured, guiding my fingers. His touch was gentle, patient. He adjusted my grip, repositioning the sticks. “Hold the bottom part like this. Then move the top part with your index and middle fingers.”
As he spoke, his voice dipped low, a rich murmur that made me wonder what he sounded like when he moaned. With each word, his breath caressed the shell of my ear, igniting a trail of goosebumps along my neck and sending a shiver down my spine.
I nodded, pretending I was absorbing his instructions, but the truth was, I wasn’t listening. Not really. How could I when I was ensnared by the heat of his hand against mine? His chest was like a wall of muscle against my back.
I felt so much smaller than him. And with his arms around me, I felt caged in by him, and I wasn’t opposed to this feeling. My thoughts took a trip down naughty lane, and I immediately imagined myself face-down on soft sheets, his much larger body pinning me in place.
I could almost feel the weight of him against me, the feel of his large hands roaming over my body. His mouth trailing along the side of my neck, biting just hard enough to hurt, and then kissing away the pain. I swallowed hard. Was that a memory, or was that my own lusty thoughts?
“Are you listening to me?” he whispered, voice husky now, the edge of his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
Another shiver crept over me. He had to know. He had to feel what he was doing to me. If he could pretend, so could I.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, shoving those naughty thoughts out of my head.
He resumed instructing me, and with his help, I managed to pick up a piece of food. It felt like a small victory. Now, if I could only be victorious over the way my body was responding to his, that would be great.
“See? You’ve got it. Good job, baby,” he praised, his voice low.
His compliment made my heart and my pussy flutter. I turned to look at him, only to gasp at how close we were. Our lips were inches apart. He didn’t move, neither did I. But I was silently urging him to come closer, to kiss me the way he’d done earlier. The tension crackled like static between us.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
He smiled, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of us. The warmth of his hands, the closeness of his body, the intensity of his gaze, it was almost overwhelming. His eyes dropped to my lips.
For a second, I thought he was going to do it. I thought he was going to kiss me. My breath caught, heart thudding in my chest. My eyes almost drifted shut in anticipation. Then he spoke, replying to my thanks.
“Anytime,” he replied, stepping back to his seat.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and ignore the disappointment threading through me. My memory might be gone, but my feelings for my husband were starting to resurface with a heat that felt impossible to ignore.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOELLE
CROSSING MY LEGS, Istared down at my plate as I fought temptation. How could I be so damn attracted to a man I couldn’t even remember? Just yesterday, I was thinking of ways to file for a divorce without him knowing.
“You must not be hungry,” Aiden stated.
My gaze snapped to his. Did he just say what I thought he said?
“Excuse me?” I asked to be sure.
“I said, you must not be hungry. You’re not eating.”
OMG!I thought he said you must not behorny! Yeah, I was hungry.
For him.
“I’m horn... hungry,” I told him, gaze returning to my plate. “Real hungry.”
