Page 61 of Pucking the Team
Benita came out and fussed over us, making sure we had everything we needed, then bustled back into the kitchen.
Eduardo told me about a trip he’d taken to Cape Town in South Africa, and his tales of whale watching, hiking Table Mountain, and seeing the penguins on Boulders Beach had me longing to take another trip to one of my favorite cities in the world.
Before I knew it, nearly two hours had passed. I was pleasantly full, and the restaurant was clearing out, the lunchtime rush having slipped by.
“Shall we go?” Eduardo asked after he’d paid the bill.
“Yes, I might need to lie down after all that food.” I stood and set aside my napkin. “And thank you, it really was delicious.”
“Goodbye,arrivederci, take care and come back soon,” Benita called from the kitchen door.
“Arrivederci.” Eduardo blew her a kiss.
“You’re such a charmer, you know that?”
“Have I charmed you?” He opened the door, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk.
“Were you trying to?”
“Hell yeah.” He caught my wrist and tugged me around the shadowed corner, out of the view of the traffic. “I was trying my damn hardest.”
He came up close, real close, his big body backing me up until my shoulders hit the gritty brick wall of the restaurant.
I set my hands on his hard pectorals and looked into his handsome face.
Desire seared in his eyes, and he lowered his face to mine.
“What are you…?” I managed.
“I’m going to finish a perfect date with a kiss,” he said in a low, seductive voice. “If you’ll allow me.”
“It was a date?” I ran my hands upward to the sloping muscles between his shoulders and neck.
“Oui,” he murmured. “It was a date.”
I felt pliant and satisfied, and the wine still swirled in my head, so when his lips found mine, I sighed and pulled him closer.
He moaned softly, and his tongue found mine.
I closed my eyes and clung to him, lost in his taste and smell and the sensation of being hemmed in by so much muscle and power. Eduardo made me feel safe and protected as well as desired.
And, oh yes, he desired me, the long wedge of flesh now pressing up against my pubic bone told me that.
“Fuck,” he murmured, sliding one hand to the small of my back and drawing me closer onto him. “I am so turned on by you.”
“I can tell.” I set my hand on his cheek. “So what are you going to do about it?”
He ground his hips, a ridiculously sexy action that had my pussy quivering.
“I’d like to make love to you, right here, have your legs wrapped around my waist, have your hands in my hair, your cries of ecstasy ringing in my ears, but…”
I raised one eyebrow.
“But we are both people who are fodder for the gossip columns, so that can’t happen.”
He closed his eyes and breathed deep, his chest rubbing up against mine.
I glanced to the right, at the road and the passing traffic. A few pedestrians were wandering around. One was definitely peering our way—a man with a white cap and shades.
