“I usually order out after I put Lily to bed. What would you like?”
“Whatever you usually have is fine.”
“Well there’s always beers and chicken wings…” I grinned and raised an eyebrow. This was so not a beer and wings kind of girl.
But without missing a beat, she smiled and nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
“Are you okay with some heat?”
She nodded, ignoring the innuendo. “Just as long as it’s not too spicy.”
“I think you can handle it.” I met her eyes and held them. Her big blue eyes widened and met mine. The sweet way she didn’t back down and her sincere curiosity about this thing between us stirred something inside me.
I pulled out my phone to order. “Hey, Billy. Yeah, actually make it two orders of my usual.” I stood up and crossed the room. “You okay to wait here while I go pick up the food? It’ll only take a few minutes.”
“Sure.”
When I returned with a six-pack of beer and the cartons of food, Alexa had gathered napkins and plates from the kitchen. We settled on the couch again to eat.
I opened the containers of wings and celery sticks, placing them on the coffee table. “Have as much as you want.”
“Thanks.” She eyed the food suspiciously before daintily placing a napkin across her lap. “I’ve never actually eaten a chicken wing before,” she admitted.
“Ever?”
She shook her head.
Damn. This girl really was in a totally different league. She probably never ate anything that didn’t require utensils. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to worry about getting messy in front of me, but she surprised me by digging right in, lifting a chicken wing from the container and curiously looking it over as if wondering how to begin.
I watched as she carefully as she nibbled at the meat, getting sauce on her bottom lip and fingertips in the process. “Mm. It’s good.” She sounded surprised. Watching her lick the sauce from her fingers was doing wicked things to my groin.
“Good.” I shoved the napkins towards her. “Now eat.”
She kept stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye, but we ate in relative silence. I removed a beer from the six pack and offered it to her. “Would you like one?”
She nodded. I twisted off the top and handed her the open bottle. She immediately brought it to her lips, likely to wash away the heat from the food. The wings were spicier than usual, but she didn’t complain.
“You mind if I turn on the game?” I asked, reaching for the remote.
She was digging into another wing and gave a half nod.
I flipped on the game, more for the background noise than anything else.
Alexa leaned forward in her seat. “What’s the score?”
“You like football?” I couldn’t help the surprise straining my voice.
She nodded. “I love the Bears. Watching football was the one normal thing I did with my dad.” She smiled.
Oh. A girl that likes hot wings and beer, and now she tells me she a Bears fan too. Lord have mercy. My resolve to stay away from her just got more interesting.
We finished eating and I cleared away the food, but Alexa instructed me to leave the beer. We were each on our second, and the fact that she was a lightweight was evident by the way she leaned back against the couch, tucking herself against my side.
She was more entertaining than the game, freely yelling at the TV whenever the ref made a bad call. I watched the way she tilted the bottle to her lips and took a long pull, her graceful neck moving as she swallowed. She slipped her feet up on the couch bedside us, and I pulled them over to my lap. The contact caught her attention and she shifted so she was facing me.
“Cade?” she whispered in the dimly lit living room.
“You’ve eaten. Now it’s time we had our talk, cupcake.” I started gently rubbing her feet. “Tell me what you want.”
She leaned over and set her beer bottle on the coffee table before returning to face me. She bit her lip as if unsure of herself, and looked everywhere but at me.
“This. You. I want you to…teach me.” She swallowed, her tongue darting out to taste her bottom lip.
Did she know what she was asking of me? Could she possibly understand? “Teach you what?”
“How to…please you…”
I lightly grasped her chin with my fingertips and lifted her face so I could meet her eyes. “How to make me come?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpered.
She leaned forward and planted a sweet kiss on my mouth and my dick leapt to life in my jeans. She wanted to understand how to please a man, but her sexy innocence guaranteed she wasn’t going to have to try too hard. I needed to get myself in check before I hauled off her panties and showed her exactly what to do.
Chapter 12
Alexa
Cade lifted me onto his lap, arranging me so I was straddling him, my dress hitched up around my legs. He trailed his fingertips along my exposed thigh, tracing a lazy pattern. “You sure you want this?” he whispered.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was about to burst through my ribcage. I could feel his erection pressing into the apex of my thighs. I did want this, didn’t I? Wasn’t this why I was here? God, I was confused.
“You hesitated,” he breathed against my neck before pulling back to meet my eyes.
“I know.”
He straightened my dress around me, ensuring I was still covered. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He continued to tease me, tracing a finger farther up my thigh, inching deliciously closer to the edge of my panties.