The dining room was deserted, we’d arrived at the Algonquin late enough such that dinner service was over. But thoughtfully the staff had laid out a sideboard, a cornucopia of ham, nuts, bread, all sorts of snacks for weary travelers. I snagged a roll before seating myself at a bench, the wood well-worn, a glazed honey pine. Despite the rustic look, this simple bench had probably cost thousands of dollars from some hoity-toity artisanal shop.
But the girl followed me into the room, curvy body swaying, stopping to hover over the spread. Daisy looked, biting her lip tentatively before grabbing a plate and piling it high with fruits, nuts, veggies, topping it all off with dessert and a drink.
“Hungry huh?” I asked, biting into the roll. It was soft and moist, probably baked from scratch in the kitchens here.
But Daisy didn’t answer because she was taking a mouthful of pie, savoring the fleshy peach tartness, licking her lips to get the crumble that clung to the edge of her cheek.
“Mmm-hmm, this is fantastic,” she finally managed, eyes closed. “God, I’m going to die, this is so good, where are we going to find this in Jersey? I can’t live if I don’t get this again.”
And I laughed then.
“Baby girl, I’ve never seen a woman eat like you,” I rumbled. “You’re practically fucking that food with your eyes and your mouth, it’s like honey to a wild bear.”
The brunette just ignored me.
“You would too if you tasted some of this pie,” she grunted again low in her throat, eyes closed. “Here try some,” she said and before I could pull back, she’d scooped up some of the glazed peach filling with her fingers and was pushing it into my mouth, the slightly savory, slightly sweet mixture overwhelming my senses. I started, unmoving for a second. When was the last time a woman had put something into my mouth? When was the last time any person had put something in my mouth, much less with their fingers, running her fingers sensuously over my teeth, brushing over my chin? And out of surprise more than anything, I swallowed, tongue brushing against her fingertips, massaging her knuckles as I tasted the filling, the spicy cinnamon scent blended with undertones of sweet, succulent peach.
And Daisy just smiled at me.
“Good isn’t it?” she asked, giggling slightly. “Here, you need a napkin,” she said, handing me a cloth.
I swallowed heavily again, trying to get my composure back, trying to get my body under control. Why was it that anything that this woman did took me by surprise, getting under my skin, making me unravel in the most unexpected of ways? I was the one who was twenty years older, I should have been totally in charge, making her jump, but instead Daisy had a special knack for knocking me out of the saddle, leaving me breathing hard, wondering about myself while wanting more.
“Little girl, you’re playing with fire,” I warned, my eyes dark, my expression ravenous again.
But the brunette just laughed it off.
“I can handle fire, Tristan,” she said mirthfully. “Fire, no problem, so long as it’s after I eat all this,” she said indicating her plate.
And I just shook my head because the brunette was nibbling once more, moaning over a cranberry sauce that had just the right amount of tang, of tartness, starting up a litany of ecstatic sighs and gasps. And I had to laugh, had to join in with a woman with this much zest for life.
“You gonna be able to handle me later?” I rumbled, eyeing the plate that was practically groaning from the weight of the food.
And Daisy’s eyes snapped open because it was the first allusion to the fact that I planned on being in her tonight. Games were fine and dandy at the right times, but this trip was destined for the bedroom, and it was going to be tonight. I wanted her delectable body on fire for me, and I was going to do a lot more than just taste. It was going to be a freaking circus sideshow if I had my way, I wanted her bent over, ready, moaning, for half the night, no the whole night.
“Mr. Marks,” she cooed wickedly. “Don’t you worry because I can handle all of it,” she hinted and immediately lust overtook my frame, making me shake in my shoes, skin vibrating at her closeness, her heat, her delectably ripe form. Did Daisy know what she was saying? All of my cock? All of the ten inches that was already hard, pulsing, ready to take her on the dining table right this instant? I stared at her, the brown curls, the sweet mouth, the sexy blend of woman and girl. She was everything … and I wanted it all.