Beth POV
All through the soup course, I felt his eyes on me. I just concentrated on spooning the soup into my mouth and ignoring his hand on my bare thigh, his thumb caressing me.
The soup bowls were cleared away and the main course of steak, potatoes and vegetables were placed in front of both of us. I felt relief when his hand left my thigh, but it was only briefly as I felt my chair shift underneath me.
Startled, I looked at him and found him smiling at me, his eyes full of lust and desire. He had shifted both of our chairs closer to the corner of the table so that he could reach me easily. Placing his hand back on my thigh, he lifted his wine glass and took a sip.
“Feed me.” He told me, his voice dark and sultry, sending shivers down my spine and heat to my core.
Gulping, I picked
