Yearning Devotion by Rachael Orman

however, see a huge mess all
over the tables and even the floor that she could see from the foyer.
    “Yes, the old farts don’t stay up
very late. The last of them left about 20 minutes ago.” Cole spoke as he walked
away so she followed him.  He led the way to the kitchen. This was the first time
she’d seen him without a shirt so she watched in appreciation as the muscles in
his back flexed and relaxed as he moved. He pulled a bottle of water out of the
fridge, handing it to her. He leaned back against the counter, crossing his
arms over his broad, all too well defined chest. “So, what made you decide in
the middle of the night to change into that sexy little number and come back?
Were you thinking of molesting me?”
    Gwen tried not to smile at him as
he wiggled his eyebrows at her. Instead, she took a swig of water. It was
really hard not to stare at his extremely sexy chest, especially when he stood
there with his arms crossed, making his biceps bulge. She could just imagine
running her hands all over those lines in his abs and over his well-defined
pecs. The thought made her body grow hot and her throat to go dry. She trailed
her eyes from those bulging arms and that sexy V low on his hips. It isn’t fair
for a man to look that damn good.  Just looking at him had her nipples
hardening and her pussy growing wet. Her fingers were tingling so she gently
bit down on one as her mind came up with multiple things she could do to those
abs.
    “Gwen?” Cole asked, humor in his
voice. Gwen’s eyes snapped to his, obviously she had missed something he said while
she had been imagining doing things to him.  “I asked if you were hungry.”
    “Mmm, absolutely.” Gwen licked her
lips as she ran the finger that had been in her mouth down the side of her neck
to the top of her breast. She cleared her throat and softly shook her head to
clear the dirty thoughts from her mind. “I mean, I could eat. What do you have?”
    Gwen forced a smile trying to think
about food since that’s what he apparently had in mind. She was having a hard
time pushing images of him naked from her mind though. He gave her a sexy smile
before he opened the fridge to find something to eat.  Gwen moved to sit at the
bar so she could watch him.  While she had thought he would jump her as soon as
he saw what she had put on, she was enjoying sitting her watching him move
about in his kitchen. He seemed to have barely have noticed the dress anyway or
if he had, he didn’t seem affected by it. She just felt awkward in her tiny
dress standing there, but if he could ignore it so could she.
    “Looks like we have chicken fried rice…
and… Um, I’m not sure what this is. So I hope you are in the mood for chicken fried
rice.” He made a face at a Tupperware container before putting it back and
pulling another one out to put on the counter. He heated it up and dished up
one large plate before sitting at the counter with her.  He took turns feeding
her a bite then taking one himself. They didn’t exchange many words as he fed
them both. At one point, Cole said, “My housekeeper always leaves in the fridge
for me in case I get hungry and I’m betting you haven’t eaten at all tonight.”
    “I had eaten a few little bites of
whatever the waitresses were passing out at the party.” Gwen shrugged. Her
nerves had made her completely forget to eat. She had been so wrapped up in
talking about him before the party she had forgotten and after the party all
she could think of was him.
    He would flash her a smile every
couple bites. As much as she tried, she couldn’t help but let herself soften
towards him. He was so careful when he gave her a bite and slowly pull the fork
from her lips, then he would quickly feed himself a bite. Although they weren’t
talking, Gwen felt like they were connecting through the comfortable silence.
They didn’t need words to understand each other and this unexpected connection.
    Once they had finished eating, Cole
got