What did it matter where she was, she thought, when David’s kisses made her forget who she was. She released her grip on the damp towel and let it drop to the floor.
David stepped back. Without even touching her, he ravished her with just his eyes, whose color had deepened to a dark forest green. And his gaze alone caused Libby’s stomach to clench with a ravenous hunger, as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted this one. She never even knew, in all her thirty years, that such all-consuming desire was possible.
As he had before, David loved her slowly, exploring every part of her body as if she were the first woman he’d ever encountered, while leading her to discover sensations she’d never felt before.
And as before, it was Libby who, when pushed to the edge by his slow hands, by his warm tongue, by the feel of him so hard and deep inside of her, pulled David with her for the long tumble through magnificent fireworks and bright shooting stars.
Libby let herself drift into sleep, thinking she never wanted this man to leave her. If he did, she just might have to follow him if it meant going to the ends of the earth.
Seven
When Libby offered to fix dinner for him—which translated to popping two cartons of frozen macaroni and cheese into the microwave and seeing what she could come up with for a salad from the contents of the fridge—David politely declined, then offered a far better solution to the problem of dinner.
“Let’s go across the street.”
Libby laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He didn’t take her up to the penthouse this time, but rather directly into the Marquis’ shining new, state-of-the-art kitchen, where the sous chef who’d fed them so well the previous evening was still on duty.
The young man snapped to his feet the moment they walked in.
“How’re y’all?” he said, revealing a wide smile along with a southern accent.
“We’re fine,” David answered, “and we’re famished. Mind if we look around?”
“It’s your kitchen. Whatever you find, sir, I’ll be more than happy to prepare. Kitchen’s are way better for cooking in than for sitting around in.”
David took Libby’s hand and led her deep into the inner workings of the facility. She’d never been in a restaurant kitchen before, and it was a whole new world for her.
“I’m not a very good cook,” she confessed while gazing into a huge stainless-steel refrigerator that was crammed with things she couldn’t even identify.
David, close beside her, chuckled. “So I gathered.”
“My aunt Elizabeth isn’t either.” She sighed.
“Maybe it’s genetic,” David said, his lips sliding into a grin and his eyes nearly twinkling. “What looks good to you? Anything strike your fancy?”
Actually nothing looked good because it wasn’t cooked, and there were no pictures to consult for the final product. “You choose for us, David,” she said. “As an old mac and cheese girl, I’m more than willing to defer to your expertise.”
He called out to the sous chef, naming ingredients and spices and sauces that might have been Martian as far as Libby knew. Then he told him, “We’ll be in the bar. You can serve us in there.”
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