Page 8 of Charm Me
I choked. “Excuse me?”
She squared her shoulders, and narrowed her eyes. “I looked up that name you called me last night, puits d’amour. While its name has a beautiful translation—well of love, now that’s really sweet—but its presentation alludes to female genitalia. Did you know that?”
My eyes widened, and I was mortified. I had no idea the French pastry had any kind of sexual meaning. My younger sister, Mary Beth, was a pastry chef in training and she made those for us the last time she was home. I’d craved them ever since and would hunt them down every time I traveled.
“I want to know, Wyatt.” She must’ve tired of waiting for me to speak because she continued to lay into me. “Is it just me or do you speak to all women like that. What kind of man am I considering doing business with?”
She had entirely the wrong idea. I pushed myself off the wall and, once standing, I towered over her by at least a foot. She gasped as I leaned down and breathed her in. Her sweet fragrance was intoxicating and all I wanted to do was press my lips against her neck and lick her. Instead I leaned in close until my lips barely touched the tiny hairs on her ear.
“Have you ever tried a puits d’amour?” Her body sagged, and she placed the palm of her hand on my chest to stop herself from falling into me. My shirt did nothing to keep the warmth of her hand from spreading across my chest and down my abs toward my swelling cock.
“No,” she whispered. “I’d never heard of them until last night.”
“Come with me.” I took her hand in mine, and the electricity that ignited when we touched caused us both to gasp. I muffled the growl forming in my chest and led her down the sidewalk.
Instead of pulling away she grasp my arm with her free hand and the skin to skin contact seared my arm. “Where are you taking me?”
“To eat.” Damn, she felt good next to me. Too good. The feel of her hand on my bicep warmed my entire body and had my cock on full alert. The touch of a woman had never created a physical response like this before. Who was this woman and where had she been hiding all my life? Because this was something I could definitely get used to.