A sudden spark of reckless bravery seized Kaela.
She closed her lips around the sausage and sucked slowly, lashes fluttering as warm cheese flooded her tongue.
Blaise let out a low, tortured groan, eyes locked on her mouth.
“You’re killing me.”
She pulled the sausage free with deliberate care and licked her lips, the picture of false innocence.
“I’m only eating. It’s not my fault your mind lives in the gutter.”
“Keep that up and you won’t be eating anything else for a while,” he warned, voice rough. He grabbed a pitcher of ice water and drank deeply, as though trying to drown the heat.
Kaela giggled and finally relented. It was enough that she could affect him this strongly. No man had ever looked at her like that before.
She returned to her plate. Everything was as good as he had
