“Why not? Is anyone going to stop me?”
“Well… no, but—”
“Then shut up and let me enjoy that blush on your pretty face.”
Well, okay, then.
I’ve barely touched my food, feeling like a bug under a microscope as Roman continues to watch me. I know he’s not doing it to bother me, but his intensity reminds me too much of dad at this moment, and I don’t want the memory of him to ruin this too.
“What’s going on in your mind right now?” I ask, hoping my question diverts his gaze somewhere else. What I didn’t want was to wipe the smile off his face, but it seems I did just that.
“You. Always you.”
“Then why do you look so serious?” I ask, wiping the grease from my chili burger on the soiled napkin beside my plate.
Roman doesn’t answer me. Instead, the heat I see swimming in his gaze only intensifies, and the beginnings of a blush work its way up his neck and into his chest. I can only imagine the filthy thoughts going on in his head, and it creates a pounding between my thighs that no amount of friction can erase.
“Tell me,” I demand once more, trying to keep my breathlessness out of my tone.
Roman stares at me for a moment, a blank look on his face before biting his lip and saying, “Just thinking of how breathless you become when my face is between your legs.”
Embarrassment shines brightly on my face when the family beside us overhears. The mom looks at us in mortification, scooting her kids as far away from us as possible while her husband just laughs.
“Oh my gosh! Roman!” I gasp, slapping my hand over my chest to beat out the drink stuck in my throat. Dropping my head into my hands, I try to hide my beaming red face away from the world, not needing any one of these strangers to know how Roman’s words affect me.
“You know that fiery little blush burns down the rest of your body too, right, angel? Everyone watching can see your heated flesh, but they’re not lucky like me. They can’t smell the arousal drifting off you in waves.”
His words make my dampening core worsen, forcing me to rub my thighs against each other to assist the pounding ache in my center. I’m breathing deeply, hoping it releases the tension in my chest, but all it does is grind my hardened nipples against my bra, causing those needy sensations to intensify.
I’ve been aroused, had my body worked into such pleasure that I’ve cried from the pain it causes in my soul, but this sensation weaving in and around my nerve endings doesn’t compare to anything I’ve felt before. It’s new, fresh, so damn vibrant that I can taste it on my tongue.
Roman is shifting something inside me, rearranging my heart completely.
We finish eating without another word passed between us and lean back in our seats, both of us rubbing our full bellies.
“Mine matches yours,” I say, pointing to my expanding stomach.
Roman drops his head back, letting his hair blow in the wind as he releases a chuckle into the sky. “Yes, but mine is so much bigger.”
He says it with a hint of something underneath, a wicked tone of desire heating his words. I can feel moisture dripping down my thighs the longer I stare into the flames in his eyes, but there’s a rope around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter the more I think about how big he actually is.
“Let me throw these away,” I say, almost shouting as I stand from the table to take our garbage to the nearby can.
Always thinkin’ about cock, baby girl. Are you thinking about Roman’s, or are you thinking about mine?
“Shut up, shut up,shut up!” I whisper when I’m far enough from the table, not wanting Roman to overhear me talking to the voice in my head.
The people adjacent to the trash can look at me like I’m crazy… I can’t even blame them because his presence in my head makes me feel as if I’ve lost my fucking mind.
I give them a tight smile before spinning around, making sure to school my face when I turn and walk back to Roman. This trip has been a rollercoaster as it is, and I don’t need this sudden bullshit to add on to it.
We walk off our overstuffed stomachs until we start to feel normal again. It’s incredible how fast time flies. We got here around twelve, and now it’s almost seven in the evening.
My eyes latch onto a blue stall, and my heart accelerates in excitement.
“Oh my gosh! Can we do that?!” I ask, pointing excitedly to the photobooth at the end of the pier.
I’ve never experienced a photo booth in my life, but the movies always made them seem so romantic. I still hate getting my picture taken, but maybe since no one is on the other side of the lens, I won’t feel as anxious.
