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She kept licking syrup from the tines. Heaven help him. She dipped the fork in the syrup on her plate then lifted it to her mouth and licked at it again. She made resisting the urge to pull her across the table and shove his cock to the back of her throat difficult. “You need to stop that.”
Wide eyes flew up to lock with his and that damnedable blush was back. She took one more long, slow lick of the piece of silverware before putting it down. The tip of her tongue took a swipe of her lower lip, then retreated back behind her teeth.
“Sorry.”
She didn’t look one bit contrite, so he wasn’t sure he believed her on that. “How many candles?” There, he changed the subject to something very, very safe.
“It’s not polite to ask a woman her age.”
“I didn’t. I asked how many candles. You could say one, two, thirty.”
“Uh-huh.” She smirked and he winked. “Forty.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“No.”
“You don’t look a day over thirty. Not that I’ve ever been good with guessing people’s ages, but you don’t look any older than me.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-five.”
“Well, I’m not too much older than you and Jackie is my age.”
“I know, but she doesn’t look it either, and if I had to guess her age, I wouldn’t think she’s forty.”
“Forty is the new thirty, you know.”
“Age doesn’t mean a whole lot to me.”
“What does? And if age doesn’t mean anything to you, why’d you ask?”
“So, I’d know how many birthday swats you get. And at the moment? You. You naked means a whole hell of a lot to me.”
The last blush hadn’t completely faded before another took its place, and he couldn’t stop himself. He pushed his plate, then hers, out of the way and leaned across the table. His intent was to give her a small kiss, but as with all intentions regarding her, they flew out the window. The second his lips touched hers, his tongue slid between them. He tasted the sweetness that was her and maple syrup. She had him on the brink of engaging in some very public displays of affection.
When he pulled back, her eyes had dilated. With reluctance, he nudged her back down, both frustrated and pleased with himself. “Can’t very well do that here in the pancake place though.”
“Then I guess we need to go.”
Her words caused his dick to jerk in his jeans and Jaz couldn’t blame it for wanting at her as soon as possible. He looked around the very busy and full-for-one-thirty-in-the-morning restaurant. He started to lift his hand to signal their waitress, but she caught his eye and nodded. Universal for she’d get to them as soon as she could.
Mandi picked up her fork again and drew designs in the syrup with it. He could think of a lot of things he would like to do with the syrup and her body. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his water. For not even trying, the woman had him so horny, so damn ready to fuck on the table. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him feel that way.
Every time he saw her atKatz, he was ready to throw down and fuck her. Right now, in the middle of a family restaurant, was no different. There weren’t any families to speak this late at night, but … Even he didn’t know what it was about her that had him so tied up in knots. It didn’t matter, though. He didn’t need to know. He just needed to make sure she never forgot him, never forgot anything he did to her earlier, or would do to her later. He wanted to imprint himself on her body, on her mind, and one day, on her heart.
“I have a confession to make.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I’ve been crushing on you since my first night atKatz. I argued with Jackie when she wanted to seat you and your friends at one of my tables.”
“Why were you arguing?”
“It was lust at first sight?” She smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I saw you walk in behind Vinter and Dallon and …” She looked away, let her words trail off.
“And?”
