Lynn shared a story about Suz’s escapades at work. Parker countered with one about Dean and the time he dressed up in women’s clothing to rescue a client who’d lost his date in the ladies-only area of a resort.
The two of them enjoyed their meal, laughter coming easily and often. Parker was comfortable with her in a way he’d never been with another woman, even as the physical attraction between them continued to grow.
Lynn closed her mouth around a piece of pecan-crusted veal, her lashes fluttering shut as she moaned happily.
“Oh. My. Word. This is so good.” She licked her lips and bestowed a dazzling smile on him. “Thank you for making this evening so special. I’ve never had anyone take me to a place like this. Or order an entire meal for me and get all my favorite dishes right.”
“So the food is what you’d have ordered?”
“The food is perfect.” Lynn shook her head. “I don’t know how you did it. I mean, you’re attentive and smart, but somehow you got all my favorite things.”
He laughed. “We’ve only spent the past couple of months together. I think during that time you gave me a hint or two.”
She held her fork in the air. “Maybe, but we never talked about my obsession with brandy cream sauces.”
“Obsession? Really? As in you like to roll in it, or you like others to roll in it for you?”
“You’re the romance expert.” Her expression turned sultry, a siren ready to seduce him into pleasure that would blow his mind and steal his soul. “You tell me.”
He had every intention of consuming her completely once they got back to his place. “I think you’re an amazing woman who would only be more desirable when covered in cream. No matter what kind.”
And there it was. The flush that never failed to rise to her cheeks arrived. Only she didn’t look away this time, meeting his gaze head-on. “Does this mean I get to lick you for dessert?”
His groin tightened impossibly. “You have licking privileges any time you want, sweetheart.”
A flash went off in the distance, the momentary brilliance reflected in her shining eyes. They both turned toward the door, Lynn squeezing his fingers excitedly as two familiar stars entered the restaurant. The accompanying paparazzi remained at a discreet distance, clicking photos of the couple waving to friends as they made their way to a more private section of the restaurant.
Lynn watched with fascination, and Parker watched her. The delight in her eyes only made him happier.
“Did you see? Did you see that?” She was damn near vibrating as she turned back with a gleeful squeal. “He’s one of my favorite actors. And she is sooo gorgeous. Did you see her dress? I mean, I would kill to be able to wear a dress like that.” Lynn caught his arm, wrapping her fingers around his biceps, happiness pouring off her. “Holy moly, that was incredible.”
Parker didn’t bother resisting temptation. He pressed his lips to her cheek as he slipped an arm behind her and soaked in her enthusiasm. Another flash went off in the distance, but he only had eyes for her. “You’re incredible. I’m glad you’re having fun, but are you ready to go home?”
She blinked in surprise. “What? No dessert?”
“Not here. Not for your perfect romantic date.” He handed over the menu of dessert offerings. “I considered special ordering, but decided I could make your favorite at home.”
Lynn ran a finger down the list of exotic concoctions, her brow creasing into a frown. “Whoever planned this menu must’ve been high.”
“Exactly.”
“Gorgonzola-pecan tarts with lychee compote?” A small gagging noise escaped her, and he laughed at her honesty as she clasped her hands and acted the damsel in distress. “Save me from the wicked lychees, Parker.” He was still chuckling when those mesmerizing blue eyes fixed on him, eyelids fluttering lower. “I would love to go home with you.”
Her words came out breathy and low. Maybe the seductress come-hither vibes weren’t intentional, but his cock didn’t care. And it wasn’t only his body that wanted her—it was more than simple physical attraction.
Although, there was a helluva lot of that as well.
Parker lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, never taking his eyes off hers. “Good. Because as beautiful as you look in that dress, I can hardly wait to get you out of it.”
“Is that what you’re offering me for dessert?”
“Nah. Sex is our agenda after you’ve enjoyed dessert.”
She swayed into his arms as they eagerly left the booth. Lynn slid her arm under his suit jacket, fingers teasing his back as they took the elevator from the restaurant to the waiting limo.
Not even Jack’s grin, visible in the rearview mirror, interrupted Parker’s absolute fascination with the woman at his side. It had been an extraordinary evening so far, and things were just going to get better.
She tingled with anticipation, even before he returned from the kitchen and rested his hands on her hips. His mouth went unerringly to the sensitive spot on her neck that made her toes curl into the lush rug underfoot.