Inarticulate by Eden Summers Page B

order your own if you like…”
    Keenan was already shaking his head, the gentle glide back and forth holding too much authority for her nipples not to take notice.
    “No, I’m sure he’ll let me have some of his.” She grinned at him and then focused back on the waitress in a vain attempt to prove to him that he didn’t hold all her attention.
    “For the main meal, he has the twelve-ounce rib eye, cooked medium with pepper sauce and a side of potato wedges.”
    “That sounds perfect.” She held in her laughter at her accurate assessment, not that it mattered. The sensation quickly faded. If she could pick his palate with ease, then she couldn’t be far from wrong in her previous assumptions.
    He wasn’t about success and hard work like she was. But more distressing than that, he was trouble. Madness. He was going to cause her more days of unsettled thoughts and maybe a few gray hairs, and still she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Not before she had her answer.
    “The appetizers won’t be long.”
    Savannah nodded as the waitress sauntered away. There was a beat of uncomfortable silence, one that settled discomfort at the top of her spine and slowly shimmied its way down.
    “I need to know, Keenan.” She couldn’t let the conversation drop. “It’s not like I’m going to run to Penny as soon as you divulge the truth. I just need to know for my own sake. To figure out if it’s something I’m willing to get involved in.”
    She hadn’t been sure. Not consciously. Being the other woman was a taboo, a severe slap in the face to the girl-code, yet she’d announced what her conscience had been trying to hide—she’d contemplated surrendering to this man, girlfriend or not. She’d contemplated it over and over and over again. Almost non-stop since the bonfire.
    He leaned in close, so close their breath mingled as he shook his head. No.
    “Are you sure?” Her voice was raspy, sex starved.
    He came closer, gifting her with the seriousness in his eyes, before he swiped his mouth over hers in a firm press that had her thighs clenching together. When he pulled back, she felt like she’d disembarked from a speed boat race, and here he was, relaxed as if he’d just returned from a late night stroll in the park.
    He remained there, right there, his nose rubbing against hers as he nodded.
    “Do you know I’m only here for a few months?” Her throat was dry, making it harder to breathe. He nipped her lower lip, making her gasp. Everything he did was delicious. Why? Why, oh why had the heavens given one man so much power?
    She pulled back, as far as her hungered libido would allow. “Is that the appeal? The foregone expiration date?”
    He growled, the deep sound echoing between them. He ran a strong hand through her hair, holding her in place as he looked her in the eye. “ No ,” he mouthed with fervor.
    “Oh, boy,” she whispered, inspiring another of his jaw-dropping grins. “You’re going to be a huge mistake, aren’t you?”
    His soundless chuckle brushed against her tongue and he nodded into her as he took possession of her mouth. He continued to hold her, his hand still in her hair, his lips firm and unyielding. He kissed her like they were seconds away from fucking, as if they weren’t in a crowded room with a hundred witnesses to their carnality.
    “Ahum.” A throat cleared at their side. “The dipping breads.”
    She pulled back a hell of a lot quicker than someone who didn’t have a problem with public displays of affection, and winced at the waitress.
    The woman nudged the plate between them and placed it on the table. “Enjoy.”
    The waitress’s sly smile announced she wasn’t talking about the food.
    Savannah giggled through the embarrassment and waited for the unease to disappear.
    It didn’t.
    She was more nervous now than before the kiss. Before he blew her metaphorical socks off and out the door, never to be seen again. Because now they’d wordlessly acknowledged they