He growls in frustration, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. “Taylor. Don’t.”
“Tell me or I’ll leave,” I warn.
Kidding! I’m not leaving until I’ve had some food. But he doesn’t have to know that.
“Because I loved the way you looked the first day we met, I could never get that image off my mind, even when I wanted to.”
This admission seems to cause more harm than good, as panic takes over my heart.
He never stopped thinking about me, and I never stopped thinking about him.
“Then look at me,” I say and he stops and his eyes take mine in surprise, and his want is visible as he gazes at me with much admiration, pleasure and desire from my head to my toe and his eyes sparkle like I have not been standing in his presence the last three minutes.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“That’s all I want to hear. Now we can eat,” I say, this time grinning widely at my skilful scheme.