Kayla
“Nothing important. Just tired,” I replied, twirling pasta around my fork. “This smells amazing.” I took a bite, and the rich, savory flavor made me moan. “Perfect.”
Damien leaned against the counter, watching me with a heavy, dark intensity. His eyes tracked every move of my lips, making me feel a flush that had nothing to do with the food.
“What?” I asked, dabbing my mouth.
“Just admiring my wife,” he said. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated right through me.
“While she inhales pasta like a cavewoman?”
“Precisely that.”
I finished eating while he watched me like I was the main course. When I was done, he cleared the plate, his large hands moving with surprising grace.
“So,” I said, stifling a yawn, “back to work tomorrow?”
Damien nodded. “Unfortunately. I’ve got fif
