“I was going to order us both the steak, it’s their specialty,” he says to me, “unless you’d rather something else?”
“Steak sounds perfect,” I say.
“We’ll take two steaks then, please.”
“And how would you like your steak cooked?”
“Rare,” we both say at the same time, before chuckling.
“Of course,” the server nods before leaving.
“If they interrupt us one more time, they’re not getting a tip,” Angel grumbles, leaning in for another kiss.
“Hey, look around.” I stop him and gesture to the restaurant. “They’re clearly not used to seeing patrons in love.”
He scans the restaurant; most of the couples are quiet, distant, some even look bored.
“Shit, you’re right, look at them all…” Turning back to me he leans in, his voice dropping low, “we’re definitely the only ones in love.”
I giggle and it makes me feel like an idiot. I am not this girl. Giggling at being in love with her boyfriend, making jokes about how much more in love we are than the other couples, sitting in a restaurant grinning at each other like idiots. Fuck. Who am I kidding? I’m totally this girl now…
Chapter 19
Diablo
EnteringtheHamiltonhotel,I know I’ve made the right decision. I’d researched so carefully, requesting photos of the rooms so I could pick the perfect one for everything I have planned. This night has already been made a whole lot better than I could’ve ever imagined, after Elizabeth told me she loves me.
I’ve never said that to anyone before, I expected it to be terrifying, anxiety inducing, but the words came out so easily; and when she said them back, everything clicked into place. She’s mine, and tonight is all about us having time to enjoy ourselves.
We’re given the key, and I leave strict instructions with the front desk that we’re not to be disturbed unless we contact room service. I’m tired of interruptions and having to be quiet; I need Elizabeth like I used to have her in the apartment, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
As soon as we’re in the elevator, I press her into the wall. Taking hold of her hair with one hand and pulling her head back, I trace her neck with kisses, nibbling into that spot thatshe loves. She lets out a soft gasp; she’s too used to being quiet, and that needs to stop.
“You don’t need to be quiet here, princess. I wanna be able to hear you.”
“Fuck,” she moans, “we’re still in the elevator.”
“So?” I ask, dropping to my knees and running my fingers up her leg, underneath her dress. “Mmm, is that lace I feel?”
“Happy Birthday,” she smirks.
I lower her dress and stand again, bringing my hands to her face and claiming her lips. I’d wanted to make her come on my mouth in the elevator, but feeling the lace makes me want to wait so I can appreciate her in the lingerie… before destroying it.
The elevator doors open and I practically drag her towards the door, too desperate to walk calmly. Once we’re inside I go to kiss her, but she pulls away, instead walking slowly through the room.
“The penthouse?” she asks, taking everything in.
“Like I said, I wanted you to have the best.”
“Hmm…” she murmurs, a smile playing on her lips.
She moves onto the balcony, resting her hands against the railing. The photos didn’t do the view justice, but right now, I only have eyes for her.
Hearing me approach, she looks back over her shoulder, “Help me with my zip?”
We’re finally alone, no one else can see us here, so I slowly undo the zip, her dress falling to her feet. She’s wearing a black lace bodysuit, her porcelain skin teasing me through the pattern. I don’t know how long I stare at her back, slowly tracing my fingers over the lingerie down to her ass, which is half covered in lace, half perfect skin, just begging to be kissed and marked.
I drop my head to kiss along her neck and shoulders, sweeping her hair to the side, loving that she wore it loose for me.
