SEVENTEEN YEARS
Beckett
I’d dreamedof her the night before. During the little I was able to sleep.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was nervous about a date, but there was something about Addison that made me feel off-balance in the best way. Fuck, I felt like a teenager again.
I pulled up to Lake Hills and parked off to the side in the circular drive. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, but I didn’t move far. I rounded the hood and stopped as Addison strode out of the front door.
Fuck, she was so perfect, she stopped me in my tracks. Her light pink hair was curled, half of it pinned back, and her makeup was gorgeous. I didn’t know much about makeup application, but whatever she did was spectacular. Especially the shimmery shade on her eyelids that I noticed when she took a few slower steps closer to me.
The dress she’d chosen was like something out of my dreams. It was a darker purple and form-fitting. It stopped a little above her ankle, but the slit on one side slid up until almost mid-thigh. My cock thickened in appreciation.
When she stopped in front of me, a small, shy smile perched on her lips, my trance finally broke.
“Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I saw you pull up, so I figured I’d meet you out here.”
“You look…perfect. Amazing,” I said, unable to settle on a word that truly encapsulated how I felt looking at her.
A faint blush tinged her cheeks, and her dress was low-cut enough that I could see it spread down her chest.
“Thank you. You look really good, too.” Her eyes dropped to my feet and slowly made their way back up to my face. I’d kept it a little more casual, in dark jeans and a sports coat.
“Let’s go,” I said with a smile, turning to open her door. She slid into the car and tried to keep the slit of her dress closed. But I saw a peek of her upper thigh and realized, once again, I hadn’t yet had the pleasure of tasting her.
I walked back around the car and slipped into the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?”
Putting the car in gear, I rounded the driveway out toward the street. “One of my favorite restaurants. Do you like Italian food?”
“Yes, absolutely. That sounds amazing.”
“So, how did your event go yesterday? The engagement party.”
We descended into easy conversation on the short drive to the restaurant. The engagement party was a success, and I loved the enthusiasm in her voice when she talked about how well it went. I wanted to keep talking about whatever topic made her smile like that.
It was hard to keep my focus on the road, but I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her smile lit up her face, and she talked with her hands.
“And you’re going to plan the wedding, too?”
“Yeah, next year. But umm…how was your weekend? Did you do anything fun? Your brother was in town, right?”
“He went back to Chicago on Friday, actually,” I said, making a left turn and thinking back on my very uneventful weekend.
“So, what’d you do?”
“I worked.”
Next to me, Addison slowly turned her head in my direction, and I could feel her gaze against the side of my face. I intentionally left out the fact that I’d spent much of the weekend worried about our business finances and the missing money that was adding up every day. “You worked? That’s all you did?”
“Yes, but so did you.”
“But that wasn’tallI did,” she clarified. She tucked a stray piece of pink hair behind her ear and turned in her seat so she could face me as best she could. “I hung out with family and did other things. I didn’t just work. And I have two jobs, which require working on the weekends. I kind of signed up for that.”
Leaning back, I gripped the wheel with my left hand and gave in to my desire to touch her. I reached over and let my right hand fall onto the small bit of exposed skin on her thigh. Still watching the road, her quick intake of breath was loud enough above the soft music that I could hear it.
Satisfaction rumbled through me. With her every reaction, my fragile restraint grew weaker. Even if she didn’t say anything, she couldn’t hide her expressions. It was easy to see her thoughts playing out over her face. And I craved to see them again, preferably when she was impaled on my cock and at the precipice of orgasm.
