Tasting Her

Riley

His eyebrow lifted sharply. "Is she?"

I laughed. "Why, are you interested now?"

"Hell no, but I'm surprised to hear that. She doesn't seem the type."

"How would you know what type she is?"

"Well, I don't, but the first day you brought her in, she didn't even use her real name. I figured she was shy, you know, the good girl type."

"Are the good girls the only ones that are shy?"

"I'm digging a hole. I know where this is going." He pulled out his phone as it buzzed. "Steaks or seafood? My brother is asking."

"Both?" I let my eyes move across his face down to the swell of his strong arms and perfect shoulders. His hands caught my attention and fantasies ran wild inside my head.

"You're panting." He put the phone in the seat beside him and reached out, brushing the back of his fingers by my cheek. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm just overly sensitive because of the high from the performance." I licked my lips and tried to slow my racing heart. Why did it feel so intimate being i