Devoured - Cathryn Fox Page 0,51
thrust we work toward his orgasm now, and I move with him, my sex muscles clenching and unclenching around his hardness. His breath catches, his fingers bruise my hips, and I let loose a cry as he fills me with his hot release. He pulses inside me, his muscles hard against my soft flesh as he rides out the bliss. As I revel in the pleasure coursing through me, he falls over my back.
“Peyton, Jesus,” he says as he pants against my flesh. “I loved coming home to this,” he adds, and nibbles my ear.
“I loved it, too,” I say, my heart hitching, warning me to be careful here, not to let this man into sealed-off places, even though it’s too late for that. I’m in big trouble here.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Roman
I GLANCE AROUND the cozy Italian restaurant in the middle of downtown St. Julian’s. “You picked my favorite restaurant, you know.”
Peyton lifts her head from the menu and her smile slays me. “Really?”
“It’s almost like you know me.”
She cocks her head. “I know some things.”
I lean toward her and lightly rub my fingers over her wrist. “I know things, too.”
Her smile is warm and her eyes are steeped in desire when she asks, “Did you spend a lot of time in Malta?”
“When we were kids, we vacationed here. My family owns property.”
Her jaw drops open. “The villa. It’s yours, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.
I let loose an exasperated sigh. “You really have to ask that?”
“Yes.”
“You would have argued with me.” I stretch my legs out beneath the table. “You always argue with me.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do.”
She lifts her chin. “I don’t argue about everything.”
Grinning, I lean back into my chair.
“What?”
“You’re arguing about not arguing with me.”
She laughs. “Okay, I’ll give you that. Seriously, I didn’t know you spent time here, or owned property, and I appreciate you letting me use your villa, but I still plan to pay you for helping me out.”
I arch a brow at her. “You think I’m going to let you do that?”
She glares at me, those lush lips pinched into a fine line. “Roman...”
“It’s not been a hardship, Peyton.”
Her demeanor changes, softens. “Yeah, it’s kind of been fun.” She sets her left hand on the table and eyes the ring on her finger, and I don’t miss that look of longing in her eyes.
The hostess leads two people to a table behind us, and I go quiet until they’re seated. I lean toward Peyton, my words for her ears only. “Any more thoughts about what I suggested earlier?”
Her shoulders tighten. “You mean getting married?”
“I just don’t think we should risk anyone finding out.”
Is that why you’re asking, Roman?
Is that the only reason you’re pushing for this?
She frowns. “I know what you’re saying. We’ve come this far, and Richard’s wife is obviously the kind of woman to play dirty, to make sure her husband succeeds.”
The server comes back to take our orders, and as I glance over the menu, I notice Peyton keeps looking beyond me, like she sees someone she knows. I casually look over my shoulder after handing the menu back.
“What’s going on back there?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. Two girls over there keep looking at me and whispering back and forth.”
“You know them?”
“No, maybe they know you.”
I touch her hand. “Maybe, but I’m here with you tonight, and you’re the only one I want to talk to.”
I pull my hands back when the server comes with our bottle of wine. He pours some into my glass, I taste it and nod. Once he’s gone, I say, “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was pretty worried about you.”
Her smile is sweet, grateful. “Thanks for taking care of me all night. I’m just glad whatever it was passed.”
“I had a talk with Richard.”
She toys with the stem on her wineglass. “He told me you did.”
“I don’t trust that guy. I still think he was behind whatever made you ill.”
She sets her napkin on the table. “I’m going to make a quick trip to the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be right here.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and check messages as I wait for her to return. There are a few from my sisters, and one from my team at Hard Wear. I read it quickly, but it’s something I can deal with later. I put my phone away and pour another splash of wine into our glasses as the server returns with bread. The warm scent fills my senses.