Dane stares at me with a smirk on his face.
Covering my mouth as I chew, asking, “What?” while shrugging.
“Nothing…it’s nice to see you are comfortable enough with me to shove it in your mouth like that,” he laughs and continues to look at me with wide eyes.
Did he really just say that? I laugh and practically choke on my food. Coughing, I grab my water to clear it out and give him a wicked grin. “Careful, Dane…you keep talking about me shoving things in my mouth, and I’m gonna start wondering if you’re offering dessert before we even finish dinner.”
After I finish swallowing and taking a sip of my margarita, I clear my throat. “I love a good lobster roll, and this one might be the best I’ve had in a long time.”
He picks up his fork and dives into his fish and chips. “I could watch you eat all day, moaning with each bite.”
“I do not moan while I eat.” I roll my eyes.
“Um, yes, you definitely do. Go ahead, take another bite.” He shoves a massive bite of fish into his mouth.
I tip my glass ever so slightly and run my tongue along the salted rim. Taking my eyes from the glass and slowly looking up through my lashes at him, he just about choked on his food, coughing.
I slam my glass down. “Oh my, are you okay?” I mean it, but there’s a tinge of sarcasm in there. I knew he was watching, waiting for me to take another bite and ‘moan.’ In all fairness, I moan a bit when I eat good food, and this is so good. What else am I supposed to do? Stay quiet?
He grabs his water and swigs it a few times. He finally stopped coughing. “Okay, I take it back. I could watch you eat and drink all day,” he says while throwing me a wink for good measure.
EIGHTEEN
Dane
Time has flown by with Kendall. I can’t believe we’ve had such a good time. Laughing, playing a dating game—not my typical date trick, but with her, it was fun. I love watching her eat and drink. The pleasurable noises that come from her mouth make my dick jerk.
Refocusing on the mission of the best date she’s ever had, once we finish eating, I pull her up from her chair. I want to walk on the beach with her, but it’s busy this afternoon, so I decide to take her back to the shops. She lingered outside the consignment shop earlier, so we head that way.
Opening the door for her to step out onto the sidewalk, I glance at her to see a smile on her face. I slide my hand into hers, and we walk down the street. The heat radiating between us is scorching. “Ready?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You always have a choice.”
With her other hand, she swipes her hair back off her shoulder. Gorgeous. This stunning woman has me hooked.
I stop abruptly, turn, and guide her into the consignment shop. “I saw you eyeing this place when we walked to the restaurant.”
“Very observant.” She glances up at me as if I had just brought her into a candy shop.
Browsing the clothing, gifts, and shoes, I’ve never seen someone shop with purpose. The items Kendall has resting on her arm will all look drop-dead gorgeous on her, especially those dresses she just grabbed.
“Will there be a fashion show?” I gesture to her armful of clothes.
“You can’t take me into a consignment shop without one.” She laughs, and my whole body feels it. I shake my head. Shopping isn’t my thing, but with her, I’d spend the day watching her do it. It’s fascinating.
I don’t have a clue how long we’ve been in the shop, but we are finally leaving with two large paper-handled bags full of clothes. The fashion show will be forever seared in my memory.
Deep down, I'm hoping she accepts my invitation for another date. We aren’t even done, and I want to spend more time with her. She makes me feel free and light. Focusing all of my attention on her, it’s refreshing to have someone to share time with and have fun. We've had a lot of fun so far, and we also have dinner plans. I can’t wait to surprise her again.
We walk to the car and drop all the bags in the trunk. Once I shut the trunk, I see her staring out onto the open ocean, as sailboats and tankers line the horizon.
“Let’s take a walk on the beach.” She whips her head around and throws her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist, and for a moment, we are gazing into each other's eyes. A wildfire roars through my body. She fits with me.
As her grip loosens, I snag her closer. She isn’t going anywhere. I dip down and slowly kiss her lips. Gently, I slide mytongue over the seam; she opens for me. The most perfect kiss in the middle of a parking lot overlooking the ocean. Not exactly romantic. It doesn’t matter because she is in my arms and on my lips. I never want to let her go.
There’s only so much of her I can take before my dick decides to share his presence. She giggles into my mouth. I pull away just enough to say. “Something funny?”
