Page 105 of The Offside Rule
“I’m not.”
“You absolutely are.”
He lifted his head, and his expression was soft and amused and way too beautiful for someone who had just ruined me twice in one day.
“You’re hungry.”
“I’m also turned on,” I said, because apparently shame had left my body sometime around the linen closet.
His eyes darkened again. “I noticed.”
“But you cooked for me.” I touched his cheek. “And I really do need food.”
He kissed my palm. “I’ll feed you first.”
“First?”
His mouth curved.
I pushed at his chest gently before I lost the ability to make responsible choices. “We can continue where we left off after dinner.”
He stared at me for one second too long. Then he groaned and dropped his forehead to my shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No. I’m trying to eat pasta before I pass out,” I countered.
“Very romantic.”
I slipped out from under him. He got up and walked to his closet and took out a T-shirt and shorts, but he didn’t put on a pair of boxers, and his package was very apparent through the shorts. I couldn’t help but look and wonder what it would feel like to ride him.
“You’re having a dirty thought,” he noted.
I laughed. “How could you tell?”
“You’re flushing,” he said.
I walked out of his bedroom, then looked back at him over my shoulder. “Then you better reheat it fast.”
Hunter’s gaze dropped to my mouth. “Kitchen,” he said, voice rough.
“Good idea, because if we stay in here, we’ll end up back in bed, and that won’t solve my hunger situation,” I stated.
“Good call.” He took my hand and guided me to his kitchen. He dropped my hand and placed a heaping plate of waffles in the microwave. The fresh sweet smell hit me hard enough that my stomach made another embarrassing sound. Hunter glanced over his shoulder.
“Don’t say a word,” I warned.
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Those waffles smell amazing.”
“They’re my own secret recipe of protein waffles. Although now that I’m thinking about it I probably shouldn’t have admitted that they’re healthy,” he gave me a crooked smile.
“I’m not ten. I can handle healthy,” I giggled.
“Good point. I’m so used to feeding Isla. But now I’m thinking I like feeding you, too” he said, and my heart beat a little differently. Things were different with Hunter than they had been with Julian. Hunter was attentive, sweet, and very giving in bed. No wonder I hadn’t been able to come much with Julian. Hunter moved around his kitchen like he knew exactly what he was doing. He took some freshly cut strawberries out of the fridge and passed me a glass of water and set everything in front of me at the island.
I took one bite and closed my eyes. “Oh wow.”
Hunter leaned against the counter across from me. “Good?”
