Page 85 of Tricky Magic
Lucifer actually owed Ros a few favors, but this one was worth it. He would cook whatever Ellea wanted and then leave them to it for the night. Ros would lock up with the spare key when they were done.
Ros led her over to a table in the middle of the restaurant. It already had two glasses of water and a basket of warmed bread. He pulled the seat out for her, and she glared up at him.
“Get used to it,” he scolded her.
“We really have the whole place to ourselves?”
“Yes,” he answered, taking a sip of water. “Lucifer will leave once the food is served and we can take our time and enjoy the peace for once.”
Ellea relaxed in her seat, and any anxiety Ros had disappeared. He handed her the menu and buttered a piece of bread for her.
“There’s too much to choose from,” she whined.
Lucifer chuckled as he came out of the back with two bottles of wine. “Is there something you’re in the mood for?”
Ellea looked up at the older male. “Um…” She paused, expression thoughtful. “Something cheesy and fluffy?”
Lucifer thought for a second and then placed one of the two bottles of wine on the table. “I know just the thing. Would you like to know or be surprised?” he asked her.
“Surprise me.” She grinned. “Honestly, if it’s only cheese, I would be happy.”
“Oh, you’re a good one.” Lucifer smiled fondly at her, and Ros cleared his throat. “Calm down, Ros, this one will be perfect.” He motioned to the wine. Lucifer pulled the cork and poured them both a glass before heading to the back. Faint music began to play, and Ros placed the buttered roll on her small plate. She tasted the wine and moaned once it touched her lips. She took a big gulp and smiled at Ros over it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she teased.
“Like what?” Ros mused.
“Like you want to bend me over this table while that very nice man cooks us food.”
“What if that’s exactly what I want to do?” It was what he wanted, and he didn’t care if Lucifer was here. He hadn’t slept with her since Mabon, and during his lowest moments, he worried she didn’t want that from him. But then she would give him the most sinful look while they trained and he wanted to fuck her where they stood.
“I thought we were here to talk,” she said, leaning back in her chair and popping a piece of bread into her mouth. She quickly grabbed another piece. He grabbed her wrist before she reached it and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking on the tips and running his tongue along the pads. She shifted in her seat. The taste of her skin and the butter mingled in his mouth, and he answered her own groan with his. He released her with a pop of his lips and smirked at her.
“I do want to talk,” he said, taking a bite of his own piece of bread. “But I want to do a whole lot of other things too.”
Lucifer loudly left his kitchen with two soup bowls in his hands, whistling a cheerful tune. He placed them in front of Ros and Ellea and clapped once.
“Squash soup with a swirl of créme fraîche, and sourdough grilled cheese on the side,” Lucifer said before heading back to the kitchen.
Ellea smiled at his retreating form before turning toward her soup. “So, what do you want to talk about?”
What did he want to talk about? Ellea brought a spoonful of the soup to her mouth and once again moaned at the taste of it. Maybe Lucifer’s had been a bad idea.
“If you keep making that sound,” he growled, “we aren’t going to talk about anything.”
“It’s fucking tasty!”
She took three quick spoonfuls and kept quiet.
He tasted the soup, and a sound escaped him before he could stop it. She glared at him and he smirked at her. “Okay, you’re right.”
They both finished their soups and their sandwiches before another word was uttered. He really didn’t know where to start, only that they needed to start somewhere.
“I haven’t ever dated anyone,” he whispered.
“That’s impossible,” she said. “You’re a billion years old and, well, you.”
“I’m barely fifteen hundred years old, and I’m being honest,” he said through pressed lips. He couldn’t call his past experiences dating. In the early years, he had messed with some of the women in court, but it hadn’t been anything close to wanting to spend time with someone. “
