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capture her mouth again. But he didn’t.
“What was that for?” she asked in a low, stunned voice, searching his face and at the same time licking her lips.
He grinned. “I’d thought it was time to let you know that although you’re providing dinner, I intend to serve the dessert.”
He intended to serve dessert.
All Sherri could do was sit across from him at her dinner table and make an attempt to enjoy what was her favorite food—shrimp fried rice—while trying not to imagine what kind of dessert he would be serving. She had ideas, of course. And those ideas had heat settling between her legs.
“You okay?”
She quickly glanced over at Terrence. He was sipping his wine and looking at her. She wonderedif he knew what she was thinking, and if so, if he was amused by it all. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
He smiled. “No reason, other than you’ve barely touched your food.”
She glanced down at her plate. She had eaten enough. “I had a huge lunch today.”
She glanced over at his plate. It was clean. “I take it that you were hungry.”
He chuckled. “Yes, evidently. Well, at least since it was takeout, there’re no dishes to wash. Saves time.”
She met his gaze. Was getting her into bed all he could think about? From the look in his eyes, evidently so. She stood and began clearing off the table, and he automatically stood to assist. “You don’t have to help,” she said, hoping that he wouldn’t.
“Why don’t you go on into the living room and get comfortable,” she suggested. “You might want to check out my selection of DVDs. There might be something you want to see.”
“A movie?” he asked with the same surprise that he’d had when she’d mentioned dinner.
She couldn’t help but smile. “Yes. It won’t take me long to finish up in here.”
He glanced at the table. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
“I’m positive.”
“Then I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”
I just bet you will . As soon as he was gone, she let out a long breath. Anyone could tell she was out of her element with Terrence and serious doubt began to cloud her mind. What if the reason Ben had left her was because she’d been a disappointment to him? That meant chances were she probably wouldn’t be able to satisfy Terrence, either. How would she handle seeing him around the station knowing she’d been a failure in bed?
She leaned against the kitchen counter. Why hadn’t she thought this through before inviting him over? She knew the answer to that one. After that kiss in the elevator, she hadn’t been thinking clearly.
By the time she’d finished wiping off the table, she was a nervous wreck and knew just what she had to do. Terrence was expecting a little hanky-panky tonight, and somehow she was going to get out of it. After placing the chairs back neatly under the table, she pulled in a deep breath before walking out of the kitchen.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to detect Sherri was nervous about tonight, and that was probably the reason she was stalling, Terrence thought while flipping through her collection of DVDs, none of which he cared to watch. None of them would be able to hold his attention. The only action he was interested in was the one that would take place in Sherri’s bedroom.
If he thought he wanted her with a passion before, now his craving had doubled, possibly even tripled. It had been pure torture sitting across from her at the table while inhaling her scent, watching her eat and how, every so often, their gazes would meet in a heated clash. More than once he’d been tempted to push the food containers aside and have her then and there.
He needed to have tonight with her. Hopefully when it was over she would be out of his system, and his mind and body would go back to a normal state. He and Sherri understood what sharing a bed meant. Neither of them had any expectations beyond tonight.
“Terrence?”
He turned at the sound of
“What was that for?” she asked in a low, stunned voice, searching his face and at the same time licking her lips.
He grinned. “I’d thought it was time to let you know that although you’re providing dinner, I intend to serve the dessert.”
He intended to serve dessert.
All Sherri could do was sit across from him at her dinner table and make an attempt to enjoy what was her favorite food—shrimp fried rice—while trying not to imagine what kind of dessert he would be serving. She had ideas, of course. And those ideas had heat settling between her legs.
“You okay?”
She quickly glanced over at Terrence. He was sipping his wine and looking at her. She wonderedif he knew what she was thinking, and if so, if he was amused by it all. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
He smiled. “No reason, other than you’ve barely touched your food.”
She glanced down at her plate. She had eaten enough. “I had a huge lunch today.”
She glanced over at his plate. It was clean. “I take it that you were hungry.”
He chuckled. “Yes, evidently. Well, at least since it was takeout, there’re no dishes to wash. Saves time.”
She met his gaze. Was getting her into bed all he could think about? From the look in his eyes, evidently so. She stood and began clearing off the table, and he automatically stood to assist. “You don’t have to help,” she said, hoping that he wouldn’t.
“Why don’t you go on into the living room and get comfortable,” she suggested. “You might want to check out my selection of DVDs. There might be something you want to see.”
“A movie?” he asked with the same surprise that he’d had when she’d mentioned dinner.
She couldn’t help but smile. “Yes. It won’t take me long to finish up in here.”
He glanced at the table. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
“I’m positive.”
“Then I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”
I just bet you will . As soon as he was gone, she let out a long breath. Anyone could tell she was out of her element with Terrence and serious doubt began to cloud her mind. What if the reason Ben had left her was because she’d been a disappointment to him? That meant chances were she probably wouldn’t be able to satisfy Terrence, either. How would she handle seeing him around the station knowing she’d been a failure in bed?
She leaned against the kitchen counter. Why hadn’t she thought this through before inviting him over? She knew the answer to that one. After that kiss in the elevator, she hadn’t been thinking clearly.
By the time she’d finished wiping off the table, she was a nervous wreck and knew just what she had to do. Terrence was expecting a little hanky-panky tonight, and somehow she was going to get out of it. After placing the chairs back neatly under the table, she pulled in a deep breath before walking out of the kitchen.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to detect Sherri was nervous about tonight, and that was probably the reason she was stalling, Terrence thought while flipping through her collection of DVDs, none of which he cared to watch. None of them would be able to hold his attention. The only action he was interested in was the one that would take place in Sherri’s bedroom.
If he thought he wanted her with a passion before, now his craving had doubled, possibly even tripled. It had been pure torture sitting across from her at the table while inhaling her scent, watching her eat and how, every so often, their gazes would meet in a heated clash. More than once he’d been tempted to push the food containers aside and have her then and there.
He needed to have tonight with her. Hopefully when it was over she would be out of his system, and his mind and body would go back to a normal state. He and Sherri understood what sharing a bed meant. Neither of them had any expectations beyond tonight.
“Terrence?”
He turned at the sound of
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