His dark brown eyes are locked on me, and he’s waiting to see what I’ll do.
If I don’t give him my underwear, I think the date will continue on, and there might even be a second date. I like him, and he seems to like me.
But if I do obey him, something incredible will happen. I know it. I can’t explain it, and I can’t say what, exactly, it could be. But Damiano has demonstrated he knows about pleasure.
I reach under my skirt, lift my hips, and tug down my thong.
Damiano holds out his hand.
Face burning, I set the crumpled lace in his palm.
He brings my underwear to his face…and inhales. “God, I want to devour you.”
My cheeks are so hot, I have to press my water glass to them to cool down.
His grin is wolfish as he sets my underwear on the tablecloth next to his plate. “Come sit on my lap, bella.”
This time, I don’t pause or wait. I simply stand and place my folded napkin on my chair. He pushes himself back from the table, giving me room, and I sit sideways on his lap.
“Beautiful, obedient bella,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek. “I’m going to reach under your dress and penetrate you with my finger, but that is all. You will not find release, nor will I. Not tonight. Do you understand?”
My brain is trying to catch up with everything he just said. I shorted out somewhere around the word penetrate. “Um, yes, but…”
He reaches for the hem of my dress and begins hiking it up. “But what?”
“The…um.”
How can I think when his warm fingers are sliding against my skin? He’s up past my knee, moving closer and closer….
“Talk to me, Madison. Tell me your concerns.” His breath is warm on my neck, tickling my ear.
“The server…what if she comes back?”
“Then she comes back. I won’t be doing anything she can see, bella. I will protect you and your pleasure—that is all I desire.” He strokes a little circle around my inner knee. “May I continue?”
I should say no. This won’t even end in an orgasm; he already said so. And yet I want his finger in me so bad, I’m burning for it.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“So polite.” He sounds amused, but I can feel his heart pounding away where my shoulder touches his chest. He’s as excited by this as I am.
His hand travels farther up my leg. I suck in a breath as he moves his own thighs, encouraging me to spread mine.
“Let me in, bella.” The deep voice travels through me. “Let me touch you.”
When his fingertip makes contact with my pussy, I stifle my moan.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You can make whatever sounds you want.”
I don’t think so—not in such a public place. That poor server could walk in at any second to check on us. She wouldn’t be able to see anything, not with the way Damiano is holding me. But I would know. And if I’m making noises, she’d be able to hear them.
“Spread a little more for me, bella.” He pushes my thighs apart so he can get a better angle. His fingertip slides through my arousal, spreading it around, tantalizing my nerve endings, making me need him.
I clutch his muscular thighs as he slowly slides his finger into me.
“Good?” he asks.
“Yes—yes,” I whisper.
