As she sipped the Chablis, Remy took the fork from her other hand and twirled it into the linguine noodles. When she set the glass down, he held the fork up to her and she opened her mouth. He slid it inside, watching the way her lips closed around the warm tines.
Before she could stop him, he leaned over and stole another kiss flavored with spices, succulent crab and white wine.
“Umm,” he rumbled appreciatively. “Delicious.”
Zandra licked her lips. “Indeed.”
Setting the fork down, Remy folded her into his arms, brushed her hair over one shoulder and nuzzled the nape of her neck. She shivered at the warmth of his lips and the soft scrape of his goatee on her skin.
Gazing out across the moonlit lake, she sighed contentedly. “Do you realize that I’ve spent most of this evening on your lap?”
Remy nibbled her ear. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
She smiled, closing her eyes. “No, I don’t.”
“And you won’t. I love having you on my lap.” As he reached inside her robe and gently cupped her breast, Zandra gasped and swatted his hand away.
“Stop that,” she laughingly scolded, clutching her robe together and knotting the sash. “I’m trying to enjoy a civilized meal here.”
“Sweetheart,” Remy drawled, “I’ve never claimed to be civilized—”
Zandra snorted. “That’s an understatement.”
“—but I’m evolved enough to know that the meal’s over when there’s no more food.”
Zandra glanced down at the table, surprised to see that their plate was empty. When had that happened?
Remy chuckled. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“Apparently so.” Zandra dragged her finger through a puddle of garlic sauce and licked it off, then sighed. “I’ll definitely have to ask Cora to add this to the rotation.”
“Hmm. Well, speaking of rotating...” Remy’s tongue swiped the shell of Zandra’s ear and she trembled, unintentionally squirming in his lap. His dick hardened, pushing against the cleft between her butt cheeks. As heat shot to her groin, she bit back a moan and picked up the empty plate.
“Time for dessert.”
Before Remy could grab her, she sprang from his lap and laughingly darted back inside the apartment.
He followed her, sauntering into the kitchen where she stood at the sink running water to wash the plate and fork. With his SEAL tattoo stretched over his thick biceps and his dark pants slung low on his hips, he looked so rakishly sexy that her knees went weak. And that was before he came up behind her, pressing her against the counter until she could feel the heat of his naked chest burning through her silk robe.
She swallowed tightly. “I took the tart out of the fridge before dinner,” she told him, her voice breathy. “It can be served cold, but I prefer room temperature.”
“That’s fine,” Remy murmured against her neck, sending sensual shivers down her spine, “but I already told you what I want for dessert.”
She trembled as he slowly dragged her robe up her bare thighs. “Cora went to the trouble—”
“Oh, we can have the tart. Strawberry, right?”
Zandra gave a jerky nod.
“Good. I like strawberries.” Sucking her earlobe, he reached between her thighs and touched her drenched, throbbing sex. “Mmm. All this cream. More than enough to drizzle over some plump strawberries.”
Zandra whimpered as he stroked her hard clit while grinding his erection against her ass.
He whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna lay you down on this countertop, spread your legs wide open and eat those strawberries right out of your sweet, dripping *.”
Zandra groaned, the plate clattering into the sink as she lost her grip. “Remy—”
The sudden blast of a phone made her jump.
Remy tensed against her, swearing under his breath.
After a few moments, he reluctantly pulled his hand out from beneath her robe and stalked over to the center island, where he’d left his cell phone earlier. He picked it up and checked the caller ID. Although his expression betrayed nothing, Zandra instinctively sensed that the caller was someone he didn’t want to speak to in her presence.
Which meant it was probably a woman.