“Give me your hand.”
Oh, no. Please to god, don’t tell me he wants a hand job! I’m all for that on some occasions, but right now, I just want a good, old-fashioned fuck!
“Cate?”
I place my hand in his and he escorts me to his room, where to my utter surprise, I find it lit in at least a dozen candles. On the nightstand is a vase holding an unbelievable flower arrangement containing roses, lilies, calla lilies, white carnations, orchids, and tulips. There are also two trays on his bed with covered dishes on them.
“I took the liberty of having dinner ready when you arrived. But there’s a catch.”
“A catch?”
“We eat naked.”
“Naked?”
“Naked, as in no clothing.”
“Oh. My. Goodness.”
The left corner of his mouth curves as he unbuttons my jeans. The zipper follows and when he jerks them off my hips and puts his fingers inside the elastic of my thong, he grins. “This is going to be fun.”
“Er, yeah,” I swallow, as I watch him strip. I will never tire of seeing his muscles ripple when he moves. It’s a damned movie to me.
“Cate? Cate?” He snaps his fingers in front of my eyes.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Sit. I want you to taste something.”
“Your cock?”
“What?” He barks out a laugh that shakes the bed I just sat on. “Not yet. I want you to taste this.”
I’ve been so busy watching his abs and arms, I didn’t even notice that he’s taken the covers off our plates and put a bite of food on a fork for me to taste. “Open up.” He slides the fork in my mouth and buttered lobster melts on my tongue.
“Oh, hell, that’s … that’s so good,” I say.
“Good. Let’s get comfortable and eat.”
Jesus, how can I eat with him in the bed, naked? He’s such a distraction. He shimmies up to the headboard and leans back against it, and all I want to do is stare at the lean curves and dips of his firm body.
I follow his actions and find myself against the headboard, next to him, with a plate in my naked lap. The lobster is grilled and so tender, I can’t believe he did all this.
“Did you cook this?”
His brows shoot up to the heavens. “No. I ordered it, because I knew if I tried, I’d ruin it.”
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“I can’t say the same.”
By now, the food has captured my attention, so I miss his innuendo. “No? Then why did you order it?”
“Because I love it and I remember you saying one time that you did too.”
“But if it’s not the best thing …”
“No, you are, Cate.”
“Me?” I say, around my mouthful of lobster.
“Oh, yeah. You, by a landslide.”
Swallowing my bite is so difficult, I’m afraid I’m going to choke. Grabbing my champagne, I take a huge gulp, hoping to help my issue, but I only end up making it worse. When my coughing subsides, I chide him. “Don’t ever say things like that to me again when I have my mouth full.”
“What if it’s me your mouth is full with?”
“Well, that’s okay I suppose.” I notice his plate is nearly empty, so I move it aside, along with mine, and I climb onto his lap. “Thank you for all of this. It’s truly beautiful. And very unexpected. I’ve never had such a wonderful dinner, and in bed no less.”
“I would hope not!”
“You know what I mean, and you should know I haven’t.”
“I do and I was teasing.”
“The flowers are gorgeous, too.”
He brushes my hair off my neck and presses a kiss to it. “They all have meaning. But I’ll let you look that up later. Right now, I have something else in mind.”
I touch his bottom lip with my index finger. “Oh, and what might that be?”
“This.” He flips me over and kisses me.
Later that night, we use the entire can of whipped cream doing all sorts of things. Drew says he planned it out for dessert. I think he just likes whipped cream and wants to see what it looks like on Louise. I have to confess. I like the way it tastes on his cock, especially with the strawberry on the end. I think I scared Drew when he thought I was going to bite the tip of him by accident. In the end, a shower was necessary because after the whipped cream, we ventured into Drew’s freezer and got into the ice cream, too. I can only say that ice cream is fun, particularly on the nipples.
In the morning, I Googled all the flowers Drew had selected for the arrangement, which was so heavy I had to use both hands to carry it.