could probably seat at least fifty people. He sat at the head of the table, and I sat at his left. I couldn’t help but be amused by how funny we must’ve looked, the two of us sitting at a huge, empty table. At least we weren’t sitting at opposite ends, speaking to each other through megaphones like those comedy movies.
“So…” I said, slicing into my tender roast with delicious gravy spooned nicely over the top. I couldn’t finish my sentence when the flavors erupted into my mouth. Damn, this guy could cook.
At first, I was afraid to touch the plate. Smashed potatoes were placed delicately under the slices of roast beef, a Yorkshire pudding was over that, and the dark gravy gently drizzled over the top of it all. Off to the side were long green beans and carrots.
“While I appreciate the compliment through your erotic moans,” Jim interrupted my marveling at this dinner, “you are seriously are about to have me dining in the other room.”
I snickered while I picked up a green bean with my hand and crunched into half of its length. Jim’s lips tightened in humor as he ate properly, and the pig in me acted like I was eating dinner with Addy.
I covered my mouth. “Sorry about that.” I cringed. “You have this fancy dinner, and I’m slopping it up like I’m eating out of a trough.”
“Never in my entire life have I been so aroused while dining with a woman,” he mused, taking a bite of his roast. He swallowed and pointed his fork at me as I took another green bean with all of its robust flavors and chomped half the vegetable again. “That right there is why I’m not into oral sex.”
“What?” I asked. “Why?”
Jim smiled. “The way you’re eating those long beans and your sexual moans while eating them, well, let’s just say everything is sexual at this point.”
“No,” I said with curiosity. “You just said, admitted, you’re not into oral sex.” I went back to eating, yet curious at this confession.
He shrugged it off with that handsome tightening of his lips. “Call it my fetish or whatever you like, but I don’t trust a woman’s mouth around my dick.”
“And,” I swallowed a bite of my Yorkshire pudding, “what about the other way around?”
He sipped his wine. “Too intimate. I have never been tempted to go that route in my sexual desire.”
“Shit,” I said with a laugh. “So maybe I was right in our fake honeymoon argument this afternoon. You do suck in bed.”
He laughed. “Are you insinuating that I suck in bed because I’m not one to allow oral sex?”
“Allow?” I emphasized that word. “So, are you a control freak in bed?”
He looked past me to the window, rain still pouring down and complementing our dinner that’d just turned into inquiring about Jim’s sexual preferences.
“Is that a bad thing?” His voice was lower, his eyes searching mine now.
“You keep staring at me like that, and we can easily go find out,” I said. “But you cook so good that I’d rather finish dinner.”
Jim’s eyebrows rose in humor. “What about you?” he inquired. “The way you’re chomping on that green bean, well, I’m quite surprised you haven’t given your ex a blow job and bitten half his dick off. Easy way to solve your problems with him.”
I nearly choked on the three carrots I’d forked and shoveled into my mouth. “Well, if Derek weren’t constantly high, perhaps I might have. Dude hasn’t been able to get it up since before I had Addison.”
“Sucks for him, I’m sure.”
“Sucked for me. I tried sticking around to make it work and was left to satisfy myself.”
Jim’s breath seemed to halt, and then he recovered quickly. “You’re telling me you remained loyal to him and haven’t—”
“Had sex in three goddamn years,” I finished that truth with a laugh.
“Wow,” Jim said. “Yeah, we might need to rectify that.”
He gave me a look that made me want to jump over the table and rectify it all at this moment. That kiss from earlier was still on my mind, the way his tongue teased mine. How delicious he tasted and smelled. And I wasn’t a jackass either; he was feeling me out and the glasses of wine we were having were helping it all come together for the better. To have this man of all people for the first time in years? Would I be able to contain myself in bed with him?
I maintained my composure. “We’ll