Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [82]
She smiled but drew her hand back as one French door opened, admitting Braden with a platter of still-sizzling steaks and foil-covered potatoes.
“Although I gotta admit, I still miss her sometimes.”
“Who’s that?” Braden asked, lowering the platter to the table.
“Marianne.”
“Ah. The famous lost love.”
Laura couldn’t help thinking Braden sounded less than sympathetic, even though he’d sounded more so when he’d first mentioned the breakup to her. A guy thing, she supposed.
As they all began reaching for steaks, she said to Tommy, “A breakup can be so hard.” Although she was actually thinking ahead, to how she would feel when she left Braden, more than thinking back to any particular past pain. “You just miss so many little things about the person. And big things, too.”
“I miss the sex,” Tommy said, and his unexpected bluntness made her laugh.
Braden high-fived his buddy across the table, but afterward Tommy said to Laura, “Not just because I’m a sex hound, though. It was pretty special with her.” He sliced into a baked potato, then took a large sip of wine. “She had this little place on her neck,” he said, pointing to his own. “And when I kissed her there, she just went wild.”
“Neck kisses are fabulous,” Laura agreed. As she’d noticed last night, talking about sex with him seemed easier than it would with most guys she’d just met. Then she looked to Braden, who was swirling the wine in his glass as he cast a sexy grin. “When Braden kisses my neck, it goes all through me.”
“You like it even better when I kiss you lower,” Braden pointed out, his voice deeper than before.
The usual heat ascended her cheeks, but she still gave him a smile and let the wine wash away her inhibitions, as it had so many times. “You have a skilled mouth.”
“You do, too, honey.”
She found herself licking her upper lip in response, simply needing to feel something there, some sensation at her mouth. She cut into her steak and as she ate, like before, it tasted richer, juicier, her potato more buttery. She could barely make sense of it, but everything she put in her mouth felt like a tiny aphrodisiac. Even the fork and knife in her hands felt heavier, and it was sensual just to hold them, wrap her fingers about them.
At some point she realized her knees were touching both guys’ knees under the table to either side of her—and that she wasn’t pulling them back, and neither were they. Tommy asked Braden how his family was, and Braden turned the topic to Laura’s career, yet beneath the table something entirely different took place. Her pussy rippled with excitement, nervous anticipation—but she found herself getting less nervous and more anxious with each passing minute.
For dessert, Braden unveiled a plate of sinful-looking frosted brownies.
“Where did those come from?” Laura asked. She’d have certainly honed in on such treats if they’d been here for long.
“Made them this morning while you were working.”
She’d heard him in the kitchen for awhile but must have been completely absorbed in her story not to have smelled them. She blinked playfully. “Why, Mr. Stone, I didn’t know you baked.”
He winked. “Only for you, baby.”
He set the brownies in the same spot as the platter, which he’d just removed—quite the little host, she couldn’t help thinking. And when Laura bit into one of them, it was so chocolaty, gooey, and delicious that she actually moaned—and her pussy spasmed lightly.
“Sounds like I should bring these to bed with us,” Braden said with a wicked, teasing grin.
“It would be messy,” she said.
“You worry too much.”
She kept her eyes locked on his. “You’re right, I do.” Her knees still touched both his and Tommy’s. “And I’m going to stop. Right now.” She meant it. She was going to quit thinking so much. At least for tonight. “All worries of any kind are officially . . . gone.”
As if to prove it, she indulged in another big bite of the sticky brownie, letting out another soft moan as the scrumptious taste melded