He stands up and takes his plate with him. “Don’t want to keep the ladies waiting,” he grins. “Thanks again for dinner, Lyla. I’m going to take this with me while I get ready.” He bends down and kisses my cheek.
“Bye, brother,” he says, winking at Jake as he walks away. “You two love birds, have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He stops walking and looks over his shoulder. “Who am I kidding? There really isn’t anything I wouldn’t do or at least try once,” he laughs, shutting the door behind him.
“Jesus, he’s a mess,” Jake chuckles. “I don’t know if there is a girl out there that could tame him.”
“It’s going to take someone pretty special, that’s for sure,” I laugh.
We enjoy the rest of our meal, and I tell him about the new accounts I made while he tells me about the designs he inked today. It feels natural with him, and it’s nice having someone to share your day with.
“You ready for dessert yet?” I ask when we finally finish. I stand up to take our plates to the sink and shriek when I’m pulled onto his lap.
“I’m thinking I need a different dessert first,” he murmurs against my neck before placing a kiss against my skin. “I thought about you all day after you left. I couldn’t stop thinking about you in my office.” His hand runs up my thigh before settling on my waist under his shirt. I feel his fingersbrush the underside of my lace bra, sending tingles down my body.
“I…I thought about you, too.” Winding my arms around his neck, I run my fingers through his silky hair. “I’m nervous,” I admit. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me, Lyla. I promise you. I don’t want you to be nervous. I already told you that I’m okay with your pace. We could watch a movie and do nothing, and I would still be happy just because you are here with me.”
“You would be fine just watching a movie tonight?” I ask, biting back a smile.
“Well, yeah, if that’s what you want.”
“Maybe we could do a movie another night.” I swallow down the nerves, determined not to let them change my mind. “You said earlier that you like how it sounded for me to be yours.”
He nods his head. “I haven’t made it a secret that I want you to be mine,” he says, fingering a strand of my hair. “You pretty much have me on my knees at this point, but I’ll also stay on my knees. I’m not going to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for.”
“And if I’m ready to be yours in the last way I have left to give you?”
“Then, I will cherish that gift for the rest of my life and show you what it should be like.”
I get up off his lap and start clearing the table. “Let me just clean up here first, and then…” I yelp as he picks me up, the dishes clattering to the table.
“I’ll take care of those later. Right now, I have a more important thing to take care of…you.”
He walks us to his bedroom and shuts the door. It’s my first time in here, so I take the time to look around as hesets me down.
A big king-size bed with a plush dark grey headboard sits along one wall. Hanging artwork is framed in black on the walls. I recognize some of the designs on his body, so it must be his tattoos that I’m seeing. A black wooden dresser is against another wall with matching nightstands on either side of his bed.
It’s the windows that draw you in, though. It mimics the kitchen with one whole wall of windows overlooking the water. Cottage doors are in the center, leading out to a private deck. A desk is off to the side with various drawings scattered across it. I can easily picture him sitting at it as his hand works its magic across the blank paper.
“This is beautiful,” I whisper in awe, walking to the windows. “I would never want to leave my bed.”
“I have a feeling once you are in it, I’m going to feel the same.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean back into him and close my eyes, wanting to savor every single thing about tonight.
Feeling braver than I ever have in my life, I turn and step back. Besides the small dim lamp in the corner, the only light bathing us is the moon. I feel his eyes on me as I slowly lift his t-shirt I’m wearing and drop it to the ground. My shorts go next until I’m standing in just my black lace bra and thong.
I see him swallow, his eyes leaving a scorching path in their wake. I’ve never felt so on display yet so wanted at the same time. The way he looks at me makes every doubt I’ve ever had about myself just float away.
He removes his shirt, and I watch his muscles flex as he removes his shoes and pants. Standing back to full height, I’m breathless as I take him in.
He’s left in black boxer briefs as he steps closer until there is nothing separating us. I feel him hard and swollen against my stomach, causing a rush of desire to pool in my center.
He fingers the straps of my bra before sliding them down my shoulders. With a flick of his hand, he unclasps it in the back, and the lace drops to the floor.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lyla,” he says quietly, running his hand along my breasts. “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, don’t ever doubt that for a second.”
He drops to his knees, and I feel his warm breath at my center as he kisses me through my panties. His fingers hook the sides of my thong as he lowers it to the ground. When I feel his tongue swipe between my legs, I gasp and dig my fingers into his hair. He teases me with his mouth until I’m begging for more.
Standing up, he swoops me in his arms and throws the covers back before gently lying me down. He quickly steps out of his boxers before settling on top of me.
