She shook her head and he slipped into the chair across from her, waiting for her to try the food he made.
When she lifted the first bite to her mouth, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The way her pretty little cupid’s bow closed around her fork made him think all kinds of thoughts that were better left unsaid. He cleared his throat. “Do you like it?”
“It’s good. Really good.” She took a few more bites then set her fork down on her plate, studying him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just realized you cheated me out of the embarrassing story you promised in exchange for the popcorn debacle.”
A trace of an amused smile grazed his lips. “I didn’t promise to tell you anything.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Nope. I promised to try to think of something. I tried and I failed. Sorry.” He shrugged.
“You jerk!” She tossed her napkin at him. “I can’t believe you tricked me.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll think about it tonight and if I come up with something, I’ll share it.”
“And if you don’t?”
He sucked his lip ring into his mouth, taking pleasure in the fact that her eyes tracked every nibble, suck and swipe of his tongue. “I’ll make something up.”
“It better be good.”
He chuckled and shot her a wicked smile. “Little Violet, it’ll be good. I aim to please and I really want to please you…in every way possible.”
Correctly interpreting his sexual reference, her eyes went wide. Maybe it was a little too much a little too fast, but if she wasn’t interested, she needed to say so now because he planned to get as much of Violet as he could over the next few weeks before he went back to his real life. The real Alec didn’t deserve someone like Violet, but that didn’t mean the Alec he was pretending to be for now couldn’t have her. As long as she understood that this would be a short fling and she had no expectations for the future, everything would be fine.
Chapter Ten
When Alec finished eating, she gathered their plates, scraped off the food and dumped them in the kitchen sink. Now that Alec had hinted more than once that he wanted to take this thing between them beyond friends or acquaintances, she was having second thoughts. What did she know about him? Not much other than she liked it when he looked at her as though he wanted to devour her in one bite.
In fact, she didn’t get why he’d be interested in someone like her, except for wanting to change things up a little. He seemed like the type to have a glamorous woman on his arm, all made up in a flashy low cut dress at some music event for the agency where he worked. She, on the other hand, preferred jeans and hiking boots, and if she bothered to put on makeup, it consisted of lip-gloss and few swipes of mascara.
Just then, she felt his heavy hands come down on her shoulders, her back pressed against his chest.
“Little Violet,” he mumbled against her neck, both the endearment and his lips so close to her ear caused bolts of electricity to zip through her stomach.
“Wha-what?” she stuttered, clutching onto the edge of the sink as if her fingers were the only things keeping her from falling into an abyss, and maybe they were.
“Am I making you nervous?” His voice was dark and velvety like tangled sheets and sex.
Her heart raced in short painful bursts. “No,” she lied as his lips ghosted along the curve of her neck and she shivered, but it wasn’t a normal shiver. It felt like every muscle in her body conspired to convulse simultaneously.
He spun her around to face him and all she could do was stare at him, her eyes wide and not blinking as he pressed his body against hers, his thighs encasing hers. Breathless, she closed her eyes as his dark head bent toward hers. Holy shit. She was doing this. She was really going to explore this thing with Alec.
His warm mouth brushed over hers once and then he lingered there for an exaggerated moment, their breath mingling in the slim, almost nonexistent, space between their lips. She placed her hands on his narrow hips, pulling him closer, not ready for him to stop yet.
His lips curved up into a mocking smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not letting you go yet. Not even close,” he added as his lips collided against hers. She may have whimpered or said a hallelujah or two. She didn’t know, but damn, she loved the slide of his lips against hers. Nothing had ever been so delicious.
When her lips parted, his tongue caressed hers with an erotic rhythm that she swore she could feel in every cell of her body. Every time she thought he’d stop, the kiss continued, getting hotter and deeper with every stroke and nibble until she feared she might melt into nothingness.