Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I didn’t. I leaned forward and took the bite from his fork, slowly pulling it away with my lips. I heard Worth draw in a breath, but I didn’t dare meet his eyes.
The filet melted in my mouth like butter. I moaned, and Worth made a strangled noise.
He had to clear his throat before saying. “I take it you approve?”
I swallowed and responded. “It’s fantastic.”
“Take a sip of wine.”
I’d found the red wine he’d poured okay when I’d tried it with the seafood Fra Divolo with linguini, but this time when I tasted it, it was delicious. “Whoa. How can it taste so different just because I had steak?”
“Good wines shift depending on what you’re eating, the circumstances, how hot or cold they are, and even how you’re responding to them.”
Was he still talking about wine?
“I’m really full. I should probably—” Worth laid a hand over my wrist, pinning me to the table.
“Please stay so we can finish our meal. The next few weeks are going to take a lot of self-control. We should get used to it.”
“What if I don’t have much?”
Worth’s expression softened. “You wouldn’t have survived your circumstances if you didn’t.”
I wouldn’t have survived what Worth had done to me in bed either. “What about you? How much self-control do you have?”
“I’ve never needed much until recently because of the stupid fucking job I agreed to take.”
“What if I don’t want to have any?” Why the hell had I said that? I’d only had a little wine, it shouldn’t be clouding my judgment.
He rested a finger against my lips. “That is a dangerous thing to say.”
“Worth, I’m—”
“Not now. I’m going to open the champagne, and we’re going to enjoy our dessert.”
“Seriously, I’m not sure how much more I can eat.”
“I only ask that you try a bite of one dessert and a sip of champagne. Surely you can manage that.”
At least I’d be far too stuffed to make any advances on him tonight. I’d be happy to fall into bed in a food coma. I could deal with my out-of-control horniness tomorrow. I could also hopefully talk to Beck. I glanced at my phone. He still hadn’t returned my text.
“Checking to see if Beck responded?”
“Yeah. He hasn’t. Has he texted or called you?”
Worth shook his head. “I didn’t expect him to. He’ll need some time to cool off. I think he’ll be okay by tomorrow.”
“He really told you to stay away from me?”
“Yes, but I didn’t pay attention to his messages until he called.”
I studied him for a moment. “Do you wish you’d listened to them?”
“No.”
“Neither do I.” Fuck what is wrong with me? I needed to stop this.
“I don’t have to obey my little brother.”
I shook my head. “He is the only friend I have left. If he doesn’t want us together—”
“He doesn’t want us together because he thinks I’m going hurt you. He also thinks—and he’s probably right—this isn’t the time for you to start something.”
“Does it have to mean anything?” I asked.
“You tell me. I’m Mr. One Night Only.”
“And yet….”
“And yet I’d like a second night with you and a third, and we could see from there. That’s why it’s probably a good idea to keep our hands to ourselves, for now at least.”
For now? Was he seriously contemplating us seeing each other after this vacation? Would he really want to get together after I’d had more time to process what I’d been through?
There was no way he was that interested in me. As soon as I wasn’t right in front of him, he wouldn’t pursue me anymore. He probably wouldn’t even remember me. That was why, as soon as I’d tasted a dessert or two, I needed to close myself in my room, maybe even barricade the door.
My eyes widened when Worth took the lid off a beautiful piece of cheesecake with curls of lemon peel on top.
“Lemon double cream cheesecake goes beautifully with champagne,” he said as he lifted the bottle from the ice and began opening it.
I watched, fascinated by his hands, remembering how they felt on me. I was so tense the pop of the cork made me jump. I didn’t know what to say or what not to. I couldn’t betray Beck’s trust. I shouldn’t encourage Worth to do that either. If it weren’t for Beck, I wouldn’t be here, and yet what had happened with Worth was all I could think about. Nothing I’d ever experienced had affected me as much as Worth fucking me.
“Taste the cheesecake, then take a sip of your champagne,” Worth encouraged.
This time I picked up my own fork. I didn’t think I could handle him feeding me again. The cheesecake was incredible, a perfect blend of sweet and tart from the lemon and cream. I realized I was making sex noises again.
Worth grinned. “You’re not making this easy.”