“Lana,” he warns, his eyes smiling. “We have a date.”
“So now you’re such a gentleman?” I wrap my hand around his length and bask in the feel of him, and this.
“I’m trying to be.”
“I don’t need you to be a gentleman right now, Christian.” I stroke him hard and his hips jerk forward.
Christian groans and his forehead presses into mine. “Then what is it you need?”
“I just need to touch you,” I breathe. “I want to make you feel the way you made me feel.”
“I did feel that way,” he rasps. “Ido.”
I gnaw into my lips, my eyes falling between our bodies where his thick, long cock is in my hand, so close to where I need him.
“Lana,” Christian warns again, his voice deeper than before.
I blink up at him and stop my ministrations.Not now.“Do you love me, Christian?”
“Yes, Lana,” he murmurs. “More than anything, baby. But you’re making thisreallyhard.”
I laugh softly. “I can tell.”
Christian laughs, burying his face in my neck. “Lana.”
I laugh with him. “Okay,” I concede. “Okay.”
With his forehead on mine again, he whispers, “We should go get ready for our date.”
I swallow, my throat dry. “Okay.”
Then he kisses my lips, soft enough that I know it isn’t going any further than this tonight. And it’s fine, I’m patient. I’m horny but I’m patient for him—the man I love who’sbecome a better version of himself, who is trying harder than he did before.
Christian smiles as he sits back on his heels, adjusting his shorts. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
I snort and he slides off the bed. He freezes and bends over me. “Christian.”
He kisses between my ribs. “I love you.”
Then he’s gone, smirking over his shoulder, and I lie here with a satiated smile on my face.
My leg is bouncing and I’ve been looking out the windows, scanning the streets for clues to where Christian is taking me tonight.
A heavy hand weighs down my thigh, my leg struggling to keep bouncing beneath it. “Lana,” he says quietly. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
I face him, pushing hair behind my ear. “Nothing. Just...anxious. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he says. Then he turns right and the only place that comes into view is the purple, blue, and yellow retro sign that reads,Katherine’s Diner.
“Christian?”
I gape at him, watching the way he grins as he turns into the small parking lot behind the diner. There are so many memories here, all of them good. More than half of them are with him. It’s the perfect place.
It’s the place I realized I was falling for him. I don’t think he knows that but it was on our first date. We sat in a corner booth forthree and a half hours, and he made me laugh so much—so hard my muscles were sore by the end of it. Then the diner was closing and it was time to go. He was driving me home and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I just…knew. Him and I would be the end.
Christian puts the car in park, and I still can’t look away. His stubble is kept short but his hair a bit longer since he hasn’t gotten a haircut in a few weeks, and he smells absolutely devastating. It’s one of those colognes that can make someone feel like a floating cartoon character following a scent with their nose and heart eyes.
And he smells that wayall the fucking time.It’s like my kryptonite. Well, one of them. I have several when it comes to him.
