Clearing his throat as he tried to discreetly adjust himself, he dropped his gaze to my chest and leaned over the table to meet me halfway. “Youarea cock tease.”
“Nice try, but a tease doesn’t finish what she started, and I fully intend to.” I grinned, biting the tip of my tongue and tipping my head to the side with what I hoped was a seductive smile.
He seemed to take a moment to let the silence thicken around us, his face studying mine with an intensity I was slowly becoming used to seeing from him. The way he looked at me sometimes, I could see the disbelief he held withinhimself. I knew how hard he found it to accept us as the real deal, because I struggled to believe something so good could be true, too.
“As far as dates go,” he started, running his tongue along his bottom lip for effect. “How has this rated so far?”
“Honestly?” I asked, smiling across the table at him.
“Always.”
“Off the scale good. The best I’ve ever had. Good food. Good company. Epic flirting. What’s not to love?” I gave him a smile and reached across the table, both of my hands palm up. “And all with the man I’m completely and utterly in love with. You can’t beat that.”
He reached out, curling his fingers around both my hands before he carefully guided them up to his lips and spoke against them. “There’s always room to improve on perfect.”
I tugged on his beard playfully before brushing my index finger over his lips. “The only way you could improve this was if you were—”
I was cut off by the arrival of the waiter, my cheeks flaming with the embarrassment of the words he almost heard, not that Drew didn’t know where I was going with that train of thought. I’d been practically begging since I’d finished eating.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” the waiter asked politely.
God, I hoped Drew said the check. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could rub my thighs together and have it go unnoticed by the other patrons and the staff.
Not pulling away from my hands, he glanced up at the waiter and gave him a sly grin.
“Just the check, thank you.”
I almost sagged in relief. It wasn’t as though I wasn’thaving fun. I was, more than I’d ever had on a date before, but I meant what I said. I needed him. The ache I had was like an itch I couldn’t reach and he was the only man that could scratch it.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Drew
Ayda was busy shrugging into her tight leather jacket as I threw down a bunch of bills onto the table, not caring if it was too much. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and as I made my way to stand by her side, I felt like the luckiest bastard in the whole of Texas.
“Leather is most definitely my favorite thing on you… besides me,” I said, wrapping my arm around her to pull her closer.
Ayda’s head met my shoulder easily. “I guess I’ll have to get more of it then. I wanna keep my man happy and all.”
“You’re about to make your man very happy.”
As soon as the cool night wrapped itself around the two of us, Ayda curled even farther into me, and I acted on instinct, holding her as close as I could simply because I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Maybe it was because of the fact that I’d almost convinced myself to try and walk away from us, or maybe it was because we’d had such a shitty time of it lately that finding some light in a world so heavy felt like something worth clinging onto. I didn’t know. All I knew was that for that night, no matter what happened, I was going to make sure Ayda knew how much I fucking loved her.
“Well, I sure hope so. Don’t want my ass getting chilly fornothing.” She grinned up at me, wriggling her ass from side to side.
“Let me worry about your charm.” I laughed, reaching down to swat her cheek to show her just how I intended on keeping her warm.
“Who said I was worried? This is you. I don’t think I’ve been cold a day since I met you.” She turned, her chest coming against mine, her arms wrapping around my waist as she walked backwards, her head tipped back so she could see me. “And I think you owe me a kiss for teasing me in there. I assume PDA is part of the package this evening?”
“A PD what now?”
Pulling one arm from around my waist, she reached up with the same mischief in her eyes as she’d had through dinner. She was taller than usual with the heels on, but it didn’t keep her from pushing to her toes, her thumb pulling down on my chin until her lips met mine. It was a short kiss, her teeth nipping my bottom lip before she fell back and smiled at me again.
“That’s PDA. Public display of affection. I’m letting all these bitches know how lucky I am.”
“A public display of affection,” I breathed out as my hands found the top of her ass. “You want to make the bitches really jealous?”
“I think that’s called PDI. Public display of indecency.”
