MADIGAN HAD NEVER been called patient, but as she watched Tobias eat another oyster, she deserved a freaking award for it. His eyes were as wicked as the devil himself as he put his lips up to the shell and the oyster slid onto his tongue, eliciting a sensual sound, giving her visions of his mouth between her legs. She couldn’t squeeze her thighs tightly enough to quell the ache or the wetness seeping between them. When his tongue darted out, licking his lower lip, flames sparking in his eyes, she was this close to throwing everything she’d ever known about herself to the wind, saying fuck it, and straddling him right there at the table.

Why did she have to be so greedy? This was the worst idea ever. She should have gone with the shower show, because she wasn’t sure she’d survive a whole night of him taunting her. He’d reserved a quiet table in the corner of a fancy restaurant and was sitting so close to her, electric currents pulsed in the air around them. The man was a walking aphrodisiac. But eating oysters, when he’d spent the last hour bringing her to the brink of madness with nothing more than taunting looks and seductive whispers?

He was temptation personified.

He put his hand on her thigh, his long, hot fingers creeping under the edge of her minidress. “Don’t you want to eat something?”

He’d ordered an array of her favorite seafood, which they were sharing, along with a pasta dish that was to die for. She’d taken a few bites, but the only thing she wanted in her mouth was the sex god whose fingers had just slid into the wetness on her upper thigh. That slow grin that made her belly tighten slid into place, and she stifled a moan. She should have brought her vibrator. He’d never know if she excused herself to do a little self-care in the ladies’ room.

“I sure do,” she said, and knowing how much he loved her mouth, she made a slow, sensual show of licking her lips. “Desperately.”

He squeezed her thigh, eyes igniting.

That’s right, big guy. I’m going to make you just as lust crazed as you make me. She angled her body toward him, forcing his hand to her inner thigh, and arched a brow. His finger moved in slow circles through the wetness there, so close to where she needed him, she inched forward on her chair, but he pressed his fingers into her flesh, refusing her.

“There’s plenty of food just waiting for you.” He nodded toward the table.