Page 15 of Call Out
“And when you don’t?”
“Salty popcorn,” she answers with a guilty look.
“Popcorn?” I frown. “You don’t cook for yourself?”
“It’s not that I don’t know how to cook. It’s just easier to fill a bowl with a bag of popcorn than go to all that effort for one person.”
I look at her in disbelief. “Okay, that settles it. I’m making dinner for you.”
“Here?” Her eyes pop open wide.
“Right here, right now. I’ll treat you to my special meat feast pizza.” I grin.
A cute smile reaches her eyes. “I wasn’t dressed for a restaurant anyway.”
“I’m not dressed for dinner. You, on the other hand, are perfect as you are.” She balks at that comment, twisting a lock of hair around her forefinger.
“No one’s perfect, Danny.” That statement makes me want her even more, if that's possible. “And it's a bad idea to work in the kitchen all naked and damp,” she continues, allowing her gaze to trail over my abdomen. “You could get burned by oil or scalded by boiling water, or even worse, sliced by a rogue knife.” I smirk when she hugs herself.
“I’ll throw a top on before I get started.” In a few steps we’re face to face. My skin to her silky blouse.
“It would be a terrible shame to cover this up,” she adds. Fingernails dance over my pecs. My heart rate speeds to crazy. “Unfortunately, it’s a health and safety hazard. I’m trained in CPR, but third-degree burns are way out of my league.”
“I have a feeling you’re way out of my league.” Viv bites her lip, and I lose all focus. Who cares about pizza when she’s in the kitchen?
I lean in and slip my tongue between her lips. She groans into the movement when our lips weld together. “Any allergies?” I mumble into her mouth. “Wheat, dairy, nightshades?”
“No,” she whimpers as my fingers bunch her flouncy skirt, and I shimmy the material to her hips.
“There is one thing I’ve never tasted before.” I grin, dipping my forehead into hers.
“What’s that?”
“You, Vivian Swann.” I trace the elastic holding her stockings in place. Her hips rock into my groin. A visible shiver makes her jolt when my fingers glide closer to the apex of her thighs.
“Danny.” She shifts. “Since we’re on the subject of never—well—this situation is like pizza.”
“Cheesy?” I joke.
“No.” She blinks, slowly emphasizing the word. “I mean…”
“We're not actually talking about pizza, are we?” I pinch a few strands of flyaway golden-brown hair between my finger and thumb, gently tracing my fingers from mid-length to the tip.
She shivers. I tilt her chin up and stare into her rich brown eyes. “Tell me your secret, Miss Swann.”
She inhales deeply, chewing the inside of her mouth. “I’ve never had sex before. With a guy.”
Fuck. I take a second to compose myself. “Is that so,” I say with an amused grin. “Are you planning to have sex with a guy in the future?”
Her lashes lower. “That came out wrong. I mean, I’m a—”
“I know what you mean, Viv.”And you’re perfect in every possible way.
“Well, I’d like to do it.” Enormous eyes gaze up at me. I can finally see myself with a woman, the right woman. I wish for Vivian Swann to be the better half of me, who won’t bolt the second I own up to my crime.
“How come you’ve never gone the distance?” I ask, thrilled and daunted by her innocence.
“The guys I dated in the past didn’t really do it for me. I’ve never had these unruly butterflies before. They’re having a full-on flutter fest in my belly right now,” she admits. “It will take a certain type of guy.”
