“Well, why would you bring me here then?” I really hope this isn’t about sex.
“I promised to feed you, I didn’t say anything about cooking for you. I’ll order in.”
Oh my God. I shake my head, laughing at him. “Well, I can cook. Do you even have food in the cupboards? I can probably throw something together.”
“No, you’re not cooking. We’ve had a big day, and it was supposed to be a day of relaxing. I’ll order in. How about Chinese? Let’s just enjoy each other’s company, Brooke.”
My heart melts at his thoughtfulness. Most guys would only think of their stomachs, and the thought of being served by a woman. “Chinese is great.” I smile.
“Good. You can cook for me another time.” He grins and I know this is his way of telling me this isn’t the last time we are going to be hanging out together.
I smile widely back at him as I nod my head eagerly. My way of telling him I’m okay with that.
We make our way back to the living area and I make myself comfy, as comfy as I can on his sleek couch, while Saxon orders the Chinese.
While we wait for the Chinese to arrive Saxon joins me on the couch with a glass of white wine for me and a bottle of beer for himself. We settle into the couch and continue our easy back and forth conversation from the car.
By the time the dinner arrives I’m on my third glass of wine while Saxon is on his fourth beer. I’m feeling a little light-headed and glad to smell the Chinese as Saxon carries it through to the kitchen. Placing it on the bench, he begins gathering plates and cutlery.
“Don’t worry about that,” I tell him. “Just bring it here, we can lay it out and eat without dirtying any dishes.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind doing the dishes after.” God, who knew he was such a gentleman?
“I’d actually prefer it.” I smile.
He grins widely at me as he places the plates down, grabs the bags of Chinese, and carries them over to lay them out on the coffee table.
Unpacking the bags, we open all the boxes and lay out all the choices. Saxon sits down next to me as he passes me a fork and turns on the TV. I lean forward and pick up the honey chicken, crossing my legs and leaning back to relax into the couch.
We casually chat while watching random TV, swapping the boxes of food so we can try the variety of choices. Saxon ordered enough to feed an army, and I’m absolutely stuffed full by the time we give up trying to eat anymore.
I can’t believe how quick the time flies when I’m with him. The day is practically over, and I’m still enjoying his company immensely. Surely I should be sick of him by now and dying to get out of here, looking for an excuse to leave.
Instead, I’m looking for excuses to stay and dreading the moment he has to take me home.
Standing, I begin doing up all the takeaway containers. Saxon is going to be eating Chinese for a week. I hate throwing out leftovers, it’s such a waste. Nate was constantly taking leftovers for lunch at the office. My freezer was always full of them, which came in handy after Nate’s accident.
As I continue doing up the boxes Saxon’s hand lands on my arm, catching me off guard. Turning my head to look at him, I see his eyes are focused and calm.
He runs his palm down my arm to my hand and then, interlocking our fingers together, he pulls me down onto his lap.
I’m a little shocked by his forwardness and cautious about what exactly he wants. Still my arms naturally go around his neck and hold on tight.
He places one arm around my lower back while resting his other hand on my thigh. The touch seems innocent, yet feels anything but with his fingers lightly rubbing up and down the intimate area.
A shudder rolls through me, and I curse my body once again for letting me down in hiding my reaction to him.
I look away, embarrassed, and pretend to be glancing around at something behind me. His hand leaves my thigh only to grab my chin and turn it towards him. His eyes are narrowed on mine and I struggle to meet his stare.
“Is this okay?” he asks sternly. I nod shyly, still too embarrassed to admit how I really feel and how I do want this. Saxon cups my face in his palm as he rubs his thumb over my cheek. “There’s no need to be shy, Brooke.” His lust stirs beneath me as his eyes wander over my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
I can’t help but relax in his hold as his warm eyes take me in. They roam my face, and I can see understanding and sincerity in them, hiding under the haze of lust which coats them. That same lust sits heavy in the air around us, so strong like it’s leaking from his pores, like if he can’t have me soon he’ll go crazy.
Deciding to show him how I feel rather than continuing the back and forth ‘are you sure?’ I bring my hands from his neck and grab a hold of his face. Holding it tightly and confidently, I look into his eyes, trying to convey my point with my stare. Slowly leaning into him, I take his lips with my own.