Page 21 of The Heart You Kept

He’s so intense…jeez.

“I’m not eating alone, so either you come over here and eat me or you eat dinner alongside of me.”

Amusement flashes across his face and he picks up the fillet steak and puts it in front of him. I watch on as he dishes out some vegetables and then he gets up and fills two glasses of iced water. He puts lemon wedges into both and then sits one down in front of me.

He’s very strategic in everything he does, I get the feeling nothing is left to chance with this man.

He picks up his knife and fork.

“Do you like control, Mr. Doe?” I ask.

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation, he bites the steak from his fork.

“In everything?”

“Yes.” He chews his steak; his eyes dare me to ask more.

“Not having sex…. Is that a control thing?” I ask.

“It’s a pleasure thing.”

I frown. “I don’t understand, how is not having sex pleasurable?”

“Abstinence is my drug of choice.” His dark eyes hold mine.

Huh?

Either this guy is supersmart or I’m just super dumb.

“What does that mean?”

He cuts his steak as if he has this type of conversation every day. “You sit there opposite me satisfied and sleepy.”

I frown, more confused than ever. “And?”

He chews his steak in slow motion as he watches me.

“If I’m sitting here satisfied and sleepy…what are you doing?” I ask.

“When I spread you wide and tasted you by the spa…you thought it was for you.”

Huh?

“If it wasn’t for me, who was it for?”

“I was tasting your body to give mine the information it wanted.”

“Why would you want information?”

“To calibrate my senses.”

I stare at him, confused.

“You see, Miss Doe, when I give my body a taste of the DNA it could possibly have…it performs at a much higher level.”

I feel a throb between my legs. This man is fucking hot.

“My senses are at an all-time high, working like never before.” He continues, “As you sleepily sit there…. The predator in me can smell you.” He whispers darkly, “I can feel your pulse as it runs through your body.” His tongue swipes over his lips as if tasting something. “I can still taste the beautiful creamy come that came out of your tight little cunt.”