Page 28 of Sweet Temptation
“You spent a year in culinary school. You ever gonna make anything besides eggs?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’ll make him whatever he wants.
But I don’t.
Not tonight.
Probably not ever.
Because that’s not Lucky and me.
“Come on, Beneventi. You need more protein to feed those massive muscles of yours.” I unlock the door and crack it open.
“Lex—”
“Come on, Lucky. Let’s run for it.” I don’t wait for his answer, yet somehow, he’s out of the car before me, and I’m in his arms as he rushes to the front door faster than I ever could have.
I fist his shirt as he unlocks the door, completely taken off guard.
And a little awed by how quickly this man swept me off my feet and ran me to the door.
Maybe... if I’m being honest, a little turned on too, but I’m going to keep that little nugget to myself.
Lucky looks at me like he’s not sure what he’s looking at. “You’re fucking crazy, Lexie.”
“You’ve called me worse,” I remind him as he opens the door, and the tension grows. More tension than the two of us have ever had between us. And whether we admit it or not, there’s alwaysbeen tension there. I push until he sets me on my feet. “Now, since you were such a knight in shining armor tonight, I’ll make you something better than eggs.”
I don’t wait for his answer before I walk away, but that doesn’t stop Lucky.
“I’m more villain than knight, Lex.”
That’s what I’m afraid of . . .
Lucky leaves me alone while I take stock of what’s in the fridge and decide what I feel like making him. It’s not something I ever eat, but it’s something I know for a fact he loves, and I just made a loaf of fresh bread yesterday...Winning.
I move around the kitchen with ease as I put together our plates and slide my omelet on the plate as Lucky walks back into the kitchen in those pajama pants I’m coming to love and an old, worn Kroydon Prep T-shirt that’s probably a decade old.
He looks good.
A little too good.
Okay well, that’s just not fair.
I slide his plate his way and look for my purse.
“You made me grilled cheese?” His voice shakes a little, and I stop and stare. “That’s my favorite.”
“I know.” I pop a pill and chase it with a glass of water before picking up a fork and standing across the island from him.
“What are the pills for?” he asks a little too seriously for this late at night.
“Enzymes. I take them with every meal. I’m just usually a little more discreet.” Lucky watches me for a minute, then takes another bite, and I think if my panties weren’t already damp, they’d be soaked now just from listening to this man moan. “How is it?”
He takes another bite, and this time, he’s watching me while he does it. “Fucking good.”
“I swear you’d be mute if you couldn’t use the f-word,” I joke before breaking off a piece of my omelet.
“Why eggs, Lex? Why not grilled cheese?”
