Page 94 of Firecracker

The only one I’m interested in is you.

He wanted so damn badly to say it out loud. He didn’t. But she knew.

Her lips parted and her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip. Watching it, his groin tightened and heat gathered in his core. Fuck, he wanted her.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she choked out.

“Like what?”

“Like…like you want to jump me.”

“I do.” His disclosure made the air around them buzz even more with tension. He leaned across the table and lowered his voice. “I want to do you right here on this table.”

She made another small sound in her throat, and he hardened even more. A flush rose on her cheeks. He kept staring at her, and heat built between them as they eyed each other.

Finally she broke the connection, picked up her fork, and stabbed at the onion strudel on her plate. “Okay! So. If you could make one rule that everyone had to follow, what would it be?”

He stared at her with the abrupt shift in conversation. “What?”

She repeated the question with a nervous smile, picking up her wine glass.

“Um, okay.” He thought about it. “I would say…no biting during oral.”

She choked on her wine and took a few seconds to recover. “Really? One rule and that would be it?”

He grinned. “You were thinking bigger picture? Like, everyone should always be on time?”

She smiled too. “If punctuality is important to you, then yes.”

“I thought you were talking about sex rules.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I dunno. I just think about sex a lot, I guess.”Sex with you.“Also, if you have to spit, don’t do it in front of the guy.”

She fell back in her chair, laughing. Thank God she had a sense of humor. “What is it about spitting that offends men?”

“How would you feel if a guy went down on you and then ran straight to the bathroom to rinse his mouth out?”

“Um, okay, I see your point.”

“I’m not offended by it, per se, but it’s just nice if a woman doesn’t act like she’s disgusted by it, that’s all. There are lots of ways around it, if she doesn’t want to swallow.”

“Um…much as I can’t believe we’re talking about this as our romantic dinner conversation…like what?”

“Like, direct it onto her, uh…” He glanced around and leaned forward again to whisper. “Onto her chest. Or somewhere else.”

“Ah.” She shifted in her chair, her long eyelashes lowering.

“But I don’t need to ask your personal preferences about that.” He gave her an evil leer.

“I guess you don’t.” She met his gaze steadily, but her lips twitched. “Wow, I was just trying to start a get-to-know-each-other conversation and I can’t believe we jumped right into a discussion about oral sex.”

“You’re welcome.”

The smile tugged the corners of her lips higher, and she shook her head.

“Okay, if this is about getting to know each other better, what sex rules doyouhave?”

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