In just that one singular moment, she began with a light chuckle that made him feel happy that he had eased her mind a little and it so quickly went from that, to feeling the touch of her hands on his chest, her soft touch, running a soft line and resting there which he turned to see the contrast of the color of their skin, since she was so fair to the light and natural tan he carried from his heritage since he was part Asian. And once he turned his attention back into her eyes to hear more of that playful nature come out to him, especially the little promise of every way, made him feel much more at ease..
He did feel by that point that he had at least made her feel comfortable enough to give it a try, to be with him, for this week. And knowing that he could have her again, did excite him, but was it going to be so straightforward as their first? Not a chance. He was caught up because he had been excited by her for a while, but as the curves of her body, grazed his softly as they stood in that kitchen, he knew there was still so much more.. to discover and do.. But in that moment he would just smirk and say, "How about I feed you first, my princess? Are you up for some food first? I do have an idea for what we could do tonight, but we can get to that in just a little bit.. Help me set up the table, gorgeous?"
And whilst he did want to do so many things to her in that moment, he wasn't going to rush it this time. He wanted there to be foreplay, he wasn't going to act on impulse, and most of all, he wanted to taste her.. again.. But for now, he would take the fish out of the oven and carry the salad in his other hand and set it onto the table, he would wait for her to bring out the plates and the cutlery as he waited to pull back her chair for her, his eyes never leaving hers but always carrying a glint of playfulness..
And once she did settle down, he would gather some of the tartare sauce that he had made and with that thick, dense sauce on his fingertips, he