Ask For It by Selena Blake

her.
    “What’s good here?” she asked.
    “Everything. Especially the stuff that’s not on the menu.”
    He put his arm on the back of the seat, amplifying the cozy atmosphere. She glanced up from the laminated menu, straight into those intense blue eyes that had haunted her dreams for the last five years.
    “Mr. Wyatt, are you making a pass?”
    “I’m the receiver baby. And while I’m sure you’re delicious, I was talking about Antonio’s secret meatballs. I can’t tell you what’s in them, but they are to die for.”
    “That’s what I want then. I’m a big fan of meatballs.”
    He groaned and his arm slipped down to her waist, pulling her up against him. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t adore the feel of all those muscles.
    “You feel so good against me,” he whispered in her ear.
    “You know how to make a woman melt.”
    “Don’t melt yet, gorgeous. I want to get you back to your hotel where I can make you melt all over my tongue,” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver over her shoulders. The hand curling over her hip emphasized his words and she trembled against him. If he kept talking like that—
    Thank God their waitress showed up. She was hungry, and not just for food. But that would have to do for now. “Ice water, please.”
    “Same for me,” Trevor said.
    “Do you know what you want or do you need another minute?”
    Trevor turned to her and lifted an eyebrow.
    “I’ve heard I should ask for Antonio’s secret meatballs,” she told the waitress.
    “Would you like a salad with that?”
    JJ glanced at the warm gooey garlic rolls on the table. She should really get the salad and forget about the fantasy-inspired-carbs calling her name from the vat of golden butter. But as far as she was concerned, she was on vacation for the rest of the day and if she had a roll or two plus her dinner…maybe a dessert…nope. No room for veggies.
    “Just the balls please.”
    Trevor groaned again. “Me too,” he croaked up at the waitress. The instant she was gone, he turned back to JJ and slid his right hand between her thighs.
    “Trevor!” she whispered fiercely.
    It might be late, but they were still in public.
    “You can’t talk like that baby. You make me hard and a little crazy.”
    “I think you’ve always been a little crazy,” she replied with a smile.
    “Honey, you have no idea. I’ve been half out of my mind since the moment I met you.”
    JJ froze. What?
    He couldn’t be serious. She turned toward him, the movement causing her legs to part and he quickly took advantage. She growled his name again but didn’t push him away. The good girl in her demanded that she move to the opposite side of the table and put a little space between them. But the emerging bad girl was still dying for release. How quickly could he make her come? With nothing but his fingers?
    And maybe his voice?
    She swallowed back the lust and replayed his words through her mind. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in the feel of his touch, no matter how much she craved it. He’d just dropped a bombshell on her and she needed to know what he meant.
    “Come again?”
    He blew out a silent breath and looked up at the ceiling. Then he shook his head ever so slightly. “Do you say things like that to tease me?” he asked, still not looking at her.
    “Like what?” She felt like she was missing something.
    “I plan to come… again.” He glanced down at her. “And again.” He ducked his head until his lips were almost touching her ear. “And again.”
    Oh…my…
    She squeezed her thighs together and trapped his hand.
    “Ready to get started sweetheart?” His other hand smoothed up her side and gently tugged her hair until her neck was exposed to his lips. “I’m more than ready to pick back up where we left off.”
    Oh heavens, what was he doing to her? She was acting like…well, she didn’t know what exactly. A woman in serious lust, she supposed. But when he spoke to her like that, in