Billie.
I grab the carrots , my fingers gripping the knife a little tighter as I dice them with more force than necessary. But I feel him behind me, his body radiating heat. His fingers ghost along my sides, featherlight, barely there. My breath catches, and I snap my head around, only to be met with a smirk that could make a nun reconsider her vows.
"You know," he muses, watching me struggle, "I read somewhere that cooking is all about patience. Just like…" He leans closer, his lips grazing my ear. "Taking my time with you. Learning what makes you gasp, what makes your body beg for more."
I drop the knife.
It clatters onto the cutting board, and Lexus laughs, deep and satisfied. "Careful, Billie. Wouldn't want you getting all shaky before I even put my hands on you."
I whirl around, pressing my palms to his chest to push him back, but all I accomplish is feeling how ridiculously firm he is beneath my touch. I curse under my breath. He grins.
