you’re really a pain in the ass.”
She beamed. “Why thank you, kind sir.”
He chuckled. “What I was going to say was that the rules are pretty clear. We go to dinner. I pay. I get a taste of yours, and you get a taste of mine.”
The way he said that was plain sinful.
“A taste of yours, eh? What if it’s undercooked? Or just not to my taste?”
He held out a fork of his fish for her, his eyes intent. “Try it. You’ll like it.” She leaned forward and opened her mouth. His eyes darkened. “Wider. Don’t want to miss a drop.”
She closed her lips over the fork, disturbed to find her nipples rock hard. Damn, the man could make eating sexy. She seriously had to watch herself with him.
“Well? Is it ‘to your taste’?” he mimicked.
She chewed and swallowed, then conceded, “It’s amazing.”
“Ha.” He grinned at her. “Now my turn.”
She cut him a piece and held it out to him. He had the nerve to watch her , not the food, while he opened his mouth. Then he took it in the sexiest way possible, giving her all kinds of improper thoughts. She wanted to fan herself but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Don’t make love to it, Johnny. Just eat it.”
He blinked at her, swallowed, then started laughing. He laughed so hard he cried.
“What’s so funny?”
“Baby, if that’s what you think, you have a lot to learn.”
She didn’t get it until they’d left the restaurant and drove toward the theater.
Making love. Eating. Making love… Oh. “You are so immature.”
“Just eat it,” he mimicked and cracked up again. “Sorry. I am immature. But, Lara, don’t worry. I have every intention of showing you how I ‘eat my dinner’ later, in private.” He gave her a sly smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll catch you up in no time.”
“Quit with all your wicked innuendo. I’m a simple girl.”
“Simple my ass,” he said as they found the theater.
When they left the car, the wind picked up, and she wished she’d brought a heavier jacket. So unnerved by his presence, she’d grabbed the first thing she’d found in the closet.
“Cold? Here. Let me help.” Johnny hugged her to him, and the subtle scent of his cologne, which had driven her crazy all evening, hit her hard. “Stay close to me, and I’ll keep you warm.”
She felt his smile against her hair. “Is that a line?”
“Why? Is it working?”
“Not yet. But if it gets any colder out here, it might.”
He laughed as they walked into the movie theater. After she purchased the horror film tickets, he grabbed her by the hand and squeezed. “Thank God. I thought for a minute there Alfred’s Three Loves might have swayed you.”
“No way. I’m not into period pieces.” She made a face. “But I can do horror.” She just had to say it. “I’m on a date with you, aren’t I?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He swatted her on the ass, and she warmed all over. “After you.” He motioned for her to precede him.
To her surprise, she enjoyed the frightfest. She jumped at all the right parts and laughed when he did the same. Unlike most guys, he didn’t try to act macho. He had fun, made her laugh, and turned her on without trying. He was just so…Johnny.
They exited the theater amid chatter about the excessive gore in the movie. “Wasn’t that great ?” she gushed.
“A little over the top when the doll started bleeding from every orifice, don’t you think?”
“I thought that made her seem more real.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Dolls that bleed black and screech about demonic possession are so lifelike.”
“Exactly.”
He dragged her with him out of the way of a throng of theatergoers exiting from another movie. The multiplex had been packed, and she felt the crush as they moved toward the building’s exit.
“Thanks,” she said, breathless, as the wall of the corridor braced her back.
Then his mouth was on hers, a whisper of a kiss full of heat and desire. It was gone before she could blink, and
She beamed. “Why thank you, kind sir.”
He chuckled. “What I was going to say was that the rules are pretty clear. We go to dinner. I pay. I get a taste of yours, and you get a taste of mine.”
The way he said that was plain sinful.
“A taste of yours, eh? What if it’s undercooked? Or just not to my taste?”
He held out a fork of his fish for her, his eyes intent. “Try it. You’ll like it.” She leaned forward and opened her mouth. His eyes darkened. “Wider. Don’t want to miss a drop.”
She closed her lips over the fork, disturbed to find her nipples rock hard. Damn, the man could make eating sexy. She seriously had to watch herself with him.
“Well? Is it ‘to your taste’?” he mimicked.
She chewed and swallowed, then conceded, “It’s amazing.”
“Ha.” He grinned at her. “Now my turn.”
She cut him a piece and held it out to him. He had the nerve to watch her , not the food, while he opened his mouth. Then he took it in the sexiest way possible, giving her all kinds of improper thoughts. She wanted to fan herself but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Don’t make love to it, Johnny. Just eat it.”
He blinked at her, swallowed, then started laughing. He laughed so hard he cried.
“What’s so funny?”
“Baby, if that’s what you think, you have a lot to learn.”
She didn’t get it until they’d left the restaurant and drove toward the theater.
Making love. Eating. Making love… Oh. “You are so immature.”
“Just eat it,” he mimicked and cracked up again. “Sorry. I am immature. But, Lara, don’t worry. I have every intention of showing you how I ‘eat my dinner’ later, in private.” He gave her a sly smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll catch you up in no time.”
“Quit with all your wicked innuendo. I’m a simple girl.”
“Simple my ass,” he said as they found the theater.
When they left the car, the wind picked up, and she wished she’d brought a heavier jacket. So unnerved by his presence, she’d grabbed the first thing she’d found in the closet.
“Cold? Here. Let me help.” Johnny hugged her to him, and the subtle scent of his cologne, which had driven her crazy all evening, hit her hard. “Stay close to me, and I’ll keep you warm.”
She felt his smile against her hair. “Is that a line?”
“Why? Is it working?”
“Not yet. But if it gets any colder out here, it might.”
He laughed as they walked into the movie theater. After she purchased the horror film tickets, he grabbed her by the hand and squeezed. “Thank God. I thought for a minute there Alfred’s Three Loves might have swayed you.”
“No way. I’m not into period pieces.” She made a face. “But I can do horror.” She just had to say it. “I’m on a date with you, aren’t I?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He swatted her on the ass, and she warmed all over. “After you.” He motioned for her to precede him.
To her surprise, she enjoyed the frightfest. She jumped at all the right parts and laughed when he did the same. Unlike most guys, he didn’t try to act macho. He had fun, made her laugh, and turned her on without trying. He was just so…Johnny.
They exited the theater amid chatter about the excessive gore in the movie. “Wasn’t that great ?” she gushed.
“A little over the top when the doll started bleeding from every orifice, don’t you think?”
“I thought that made her seem more real.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Dolls that bleed black and screech about demonic possession are so lifelike.”
“Exactly.”
He dragged her with him out of the way of a throng of theatergoers exiting from another movie. The multiplex had been packed, and she felt the crush as they moved toward the building’s exit.
“Thanks,” she said, breathless, as the wall of the corridor braced her back.
Then his mouth was on hers, a whisper of a kiss full of heat and desire. It was gone before she could blink, and
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