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His lips met her fingertips this time, and he let himself taste them. She didn’t draw away. She didn’t look away. But she was too far away. And he wanted a turn.
He crossed his legs and scooted closer. “You’ve hardly touched this,” Lee said, taking the chicken from her. Wondering if she would let him feed her, he pulled off a piece.
When he pressed it to her mouth, she didn’t hesitate. So he fed her again, and this time — just like with his — her lips closed over the tips of his fingers. Their soft heat maddened him.
He wanted to feed her for the rest of his life.
If this became his new commandment —Feed your woman with your own hands— he’d gain so much. He’d get to see her and touch her three times a day. He’d get to make sure she was safe and sated and cared for. Where was the drawback in that plan?
While he grabbed bites to give to her, she reached forward and did the same, making sure he ate just as much as she did. It made his chest swell.
“Do you want more?” he asked after they’d picked the bones clean. When she shook her head, he tossed the bones into the lake for a lucky turtle or alligator. He grabbed his paper napkin and dabbed it against her lips and fingers before cleaning his own.
Then, before she could turn away again, he took her mouth with his.
He’d wanted to kiss her all day. Truth be told, he hadn’t stopped wanting to kiss her since he’d pulled himself away from her at Studio Ink.
Lee took. He cradled her face in his hands, and he took her lips and her softness. He took her ripeness and her response. And she did respond. She might try to run from him half the time, but she let him catch up now and then.
He pulled back and smiled at the drowsy look in her eyes.
“You like me,” he said, unable to help himself.
She narrowed her drowsy eyes. “No, I don’t.”
Lee chuckled. “Yeah, you do. Maybe not as much as I like you — not yet — but you like me.”
Wren frowned, and he could see that she fought her smile. “Okay, maybe I like you a little,” she admitted, and he felt it deep in his chest. “But I still don’t get it.”
He frowned back. “Get what?”
She stared at him for a moment, skepticism overtaking the kiss-softened glow that had made him so proud. Then Wren shook her head.
“Never mind.”
Hell no.
“Don’t blow me off. I know what you’re thinking, and it’s bullshit.”
Wren pulled back and rested an elbow against the back of her seat. “So, tell me. What am I thinking?”
All the lust that brimmed inside of him fed his anger, an anger that seemed to be too close at hand whenever she tried to push him away.
“You’re thinking we aren’t right for each other because of some stupid-ass reason like what we do for a living.”
Wren shrugged, but her gaze never faltered. “You’re oversimplifying, but you’re not entirely wrong. We don’t fit together.”
“The hell we don’t!” Lee barked. “I’ve thought about you more in the last month than any woman I’ve ever met.”
She gave him a smirk that nearly drove him over the edge. “I’m a novelty for you. I get that. I feel it, too. But novelty wears off, and then we’re just two people with nothing in common.”
“We have everything in common.”
Wren laughed. She laughed right in his face.
“Scratch that. We havealmosteverything in common. You’re incredibly rude, and I’m not,” he levelled through gritted teeth. “But other than that, we share a lot. We both love our jobs. We both like helping people. We both appreciate antiques. We love sci-fi, and we’re both amazing kissers.”
“I never said that.”
