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sexy lights. "Come on, honey. Not only do I know for a fact you love a good steak, I know you like it medium-well and prefer it topped with sautéed mushrooms when they're available."
"I guess you paid attention." For some reason, that really surprised her. It seemed like an intimate thing for someone to know about her, to care enough to notice.
"You'd be surprised at the things I pay attention to." His expression implied things that made her insides melt.
"I'm surprised you paid attention to that much."
"Why?" He looked genuinely puzzled. "We've spent enough time together over the last few years."
She laughed, though the sound was a little choked. "I'm not exactly the type of woman you notice, Rand."
His dark brows rose. "That's why we've had to buy so many condoms this week, because you're not the type of woman I notice."
Even after three days making love in every way she could imagine, and some she hadn't, she could still blush. And she did as her gaze skittered around the restaurant, trying to tell if anyone had heard him.
He laughed out loud, the masculine sound caressing her insides. "What's the matter, baby? Worried someone here is going to figure out we're sleeping together?"
She frowned at him. "No, but you don't need to announce it to the whole restaurant either."
His face moved into lines of mock solemnity, and it was at that moment that she realized just how frequently he had smiled and laughed over the last few days. Which in itself said something, because on a normal day, solemn described him best.
"I'll try to be more circumspect."
"Will you really?" she knew just what kind of circumspect he meant, and it wasn't anything like her usual unassuming, living in the background sort of circumspect.
He winked, looking roguish, confirming her suspicion.
Maybe a little of his own medicine would be just what the doctor ordered. She unobtrusively slipped her pump off her right foot, then lifted her stocking-clad foot to caress him under the cover of the long white tablecloth.
Just as her toes made contact with the familiar bulge in his pants, she said, "You do that very thing."
His body jerked, his gray eyes going dark with immediate desire, and his sex surged against her foot. "You little devil. You'll pay for that."
She rubbed her toes up and down his length, making sure her torso above the table did not move or in any way give away what she was doing under the table with her foot. "Will I?"
His eyes closed, and his head tilted back slightly.
She didn't say anything, but cuddled him with her foot, keeping up a light rubbing motion. They stayed that way for several seconds until his eyes slid open again. The look in them burned her from the inside out.
"I thought you were a shy little virgin."
She curled her toes forward and rejoiced in the feel of him jerking hard against her. "I was. Three days ago."
He shook his head, his jaw tight, his expression that of a man in pain. "I think you were a siren just waiting to be let out of her shell."
Did that mean he thought she would be this way with another man? She knew that she wouldn't be. If she had married Carter four years ago, she would never have discovered this side of herself. It would have been impossible because this wanton nature she'd never known she had was a direct result of being in close proximity to Rand.
Suddenly a warm hand closed over her foot, pressing her more firmly to him.
She instinctively tried to pull back, but his grip was too tight.
"I'm tormenting myself with this." His voice, low and gravelly, sounded as though he meant it.
The waiter arrived, and she lost the opportunity to answer. Rand ordered for both of them, and she was glad because she didn't think her brain would have worked well enough to conjure up a dinner selection.
After pouring them each a glass of wine from a bottle he left on the table, their server left.
Rand's hand squeezed on her foot in a convulsive movement, and he looked like he was in pain.
She
"I guess you paid attention." For some reason, that really surprised her. It seemed like an intimate thing for someone to know about her, to care enough to notice.
"You'd be surprised at the things I pay attention to." His expression implied things that made her insides melt.
"I'm surprised you paid attention to that much."
"Why?" He looked genuinely puzzled. "We've spent enough time together over the last few years."
She laughed, though the sound was a little choked. "I'm not exactly the type of woman you notice, Rand."
His dark brows rose. "That's why we've had to buy so many condoms this week, because you're not the type of woman I notice."
Even after three days making love in every way she could imagine, and some she hadn't, she could still blush. And she did as her gaze skittered around the restaurant, trying to tell if anyone had heard him.
He laughed out loud, the masculine sound caressing her insides. "What's the matter, baby? Worried someone here is going to figure out we're sleeping together?"
She frowned at him. "No, but you don't need to announce it to the whole restaurant either."
His face moved into lines of mock solemnity, and it was at that moment that she realized just how frequently he had smiled and laughed over the last few days. Which in itself said something, because on a normal day, solemn described him best.
"I'll try to be more circumspect."
"Will you really?" she knew just what kind of circumspect he meant, and it wasn't anything like her usual unassuming, living in the background sort of circumspect.
He winked, looking roguish, confirming her suspicion.
Maybe a little of his own medicine would be just what the doctor ordered. She unobtrusively slipped her pump off her right foot, then lifted her stocking-clad foot to caress him under the cover of the long white tablecloth.
Just as her toes made contact with the familiar bulge in his pants, she said, "You do that very thing."
His body jerked, his gray eyes going dark with immediate desire, and his sex surged against her foot. "You little devil. You'll pay for that."
She rubbed her toes up and down his length, making sure her torso above the table did not move or in any way give away what she was doing under the table with her foot. "Will I?"
His eyes closed, and his head tilted back slightly.
She didn't say anything, but cuddled him with her foot, keeping up a light rubbing motion. They stayed that way for several seconds until his eyes slid open again. The look in them burned her from the inside out.
"I thought you were a shy little virgin."
She curled her toes forward and rejoiced in the feel of him jerking hard against her. "I was. Three days ago."
He shook his head, his jaw tight, his expression that of a man in pain. "I think you were a siren just waiting to be let out of her shell."
Did that mean he thought she would be this way with another man? She knew that she wouldn't be. If she had married Carter four years ago, she would never have discovered this side of herself. It would have been impossible because this wanton nature she'd never known she had was a direct result of being in close proximity to Rand.
Suddenly a warm hand closed over her foot, pressing her more firmly to him.
She instinctively tried to pull back, but his grip was too tight.
"I'm tormenting myself with this." His voice, low and gravelly, sounded as though he meant it.
The waiter arrived, and she lost the opportunity to answer. Rand ordered for both of them, and she was glad because she didn't think her brain would have worked well enough to conjure up a dinner selection.
After pouring them each a glass of wine from a bottle he left on the table, their server left.
Rand's hand squeezed on her foot in a convulsive movement, and he looked like he was in pain.
She
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