Free One Week in Maine by Shayna Ryan

little jolt of excitement passed through me as I realized this was all really happening. Now that it was out in the open that we were both single and he was being openly flirty with me, game on.
    “Here you go,” I smiled sweetly to Will as I set his beer in front of him.
    “Thanks.” There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as I sat down across from him.
    W e passed around the food and served ourselves with little conversation between us. Every time I glanced at Will, those deep brown eyes were on me, watching me. He caught my eye and gave me a smoldering look and I almost dropped my fork. The man could set my nether regions on fire with a mere sultry glance.
    I couldn’t let him get away with that, I decided. As I ate my dinner and Dottie chatted on about the past summer’s crop from the Inn’s gardens, I slid one foot across the way under the table to Will’s leg and lightly traced my toes up the length of his calf before resting my foot on his knee.
    To his credit, if my fearless move surprised him, he didn’t show it. Instead he caught my ankle in one deft hand and slid it tantalizing slowly up my calf, as far as he could reach, while looking directly at me. The intense look of lust burning in his eyes as he touched my bare skin made it almost impossible to breathe. He looked at me as if he would devour me whole when he had the chance to, and there was nothing more I wanted in that moment.
    Dinner with Dottie seemed to drag on forever. She was a sweet, chatty old thing, and I did my best to try to catch at least half of what she said, but Will was too damn distracting. He kept giving me those smoldering, knowing looks as he caressed my calf under the table, and it was almost more than I could b ear to wait to get my hands on him.
    Out of the blue, he dropped his fork and it hit the wooden floor with a loud clang.
    “Sorry,” he apologized lamely as he looked under the table to retrieve it. I heard the fork skitter across the floor, under the table, and I could swear he kicked it towards me on purpose.
    Dottie pushed her chair out to grab him a new one but he waved his hand dismissively. “I’ve got it, you eat your dinner.” And with that, he ducked under the table to retrieve his missing fork.
    What came next shouldn’t have surprised me, but it was such a forward, bold move that I could scarcely believe it had happened. I sensed Will under the table, looking his missing fork, and suddenly his hands were on the top of my thighs. I stifled a gasp as he ran them down the lengths of my thighs, just once. When he gently nipped the top of my right thigh about half way up it I couldn’t contain my surprise and let out an involuntary gasp.
    “ Bit my tongue,” I explained with a weak smile to Dottie as I kicked Will under the table.
    He reappeared out from under the table a moment later with a fork in his hand and a twinkle in his eye.
    “You found what you were looking for?” Dottie asked innocently, and I almost choked on my biscuit.
    “Sure did,” Will replied calmly as he grinned at me.
    Where was the mild mannered game warden?  The calm, gentle man I’d seen the last two days had been replaced with a sex-crazed maniac who nipped my thigh under the table with his elderly great aunt sitting right there. It was ludicrous, unbelievable, and hot as hell all at once.
    Not one to be outdone, I gave him a demure smile as I once again traced my foot up his calf, but this time I didn’t stop there. It was my turn to watch him try not to squirm as my foot continued onward, ever onward, up the length of his inner thigh. He put his fork down and watched me through hooded eyes as he leaned back and widened his legs so that my foot could travel even further upwards.
    “…and those darn grubs, did Will tell you we had to put down pesticides three times this past summer to keep them from destroying the vegetables?” Dottie prattled on as my foot continued its naughty journey northward.
    I shook my head