He’s everything I’ve never had and all I could possibly want.
“You ready for dessert?” he asks with a smirk.
I nod and take my seat. There is one glass bowl placed in the middle of the table filled with what looks like chocolate sundae and my mouth starts to water just looking at it.
Denham scoops some onto a spoon and looks at me expectantly. “Open…”
“What?”
“Open your mouth, Ari, and close your eyes.”
“I…” I’m lost for words again.
“Please,” he asks hopefully.
And just like that, my eyes close at his gentle request. It feels weird to close my eyes in the middle of the restaurant and not know what to expect or when to expect it. It’s another test of my trust to a degree, albeit a small one. I make true to my promise not to open my eyes, but the sounds around me have my senses on high alert.
“Keep your eyes shut,” he orders in a soft, husky tone.
The first touch of the cold ice cream makes me shiver. He sweeps my lower lip, wetting it just enough that my tongue instinctively moves to taste it. The sound of a low growl fromDenham confirms that it isn’t just me enjoying this. He moves the spoon from one side of my lip to the other before gently allowing the sweet ice cream to slide off and on to my tongue. It’s delicious and I groan in appreciation. I might have my eyes closed, but I can feel Denham watching me and the waves of heat coming from him.
“Is that good Ari?”
“Mmmm yes, very.”
I feel him come close to me again. This time the spoon is replaced with his thumb as he runs it across the length of my bottom lip, tugging gently and wiping away the remaining melted ice cream. As hard as I try, I can’t control my reaction to his touch and I open my eyes.
He holds my gaze, his eyes burning holes into me and dips into the chocolate sauce with his index finger. He lifts it to my mouth, bold, unabashed and waits patiently while I hesitate briefly to part my lips. This doesn’t feel like two people sharing a dessert, it feels like a slow, torturous, delicious foreplay, one that has me fidgeting in my seat and wanting to throw caution to the wind and give in to him completely.
“Taste…” he insists quietly before gently slipping his finger into my mouth.
I close my lips over his finger and swirl my tongue around it, keeping my eyes locked on his. I suck gently until all the cream is gone and I just get a taste of Denham. His gentle insistence makes me feel like I can do anything, and I feel bold from his reaction to me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling his finger out and straightening himself in his chair.
I smile knowing that while it certainly affected me, I can get away without it visibly showing, but he can’t and this is a far too public place to be taking this any further.
“You’re killing me, Stunner,” he breathes out.
I laugh softly. “I know the feeling…”
He smiles, warming me from the inside and making me feel more alive than I’ve ever been. “Eat up,” he says, handing me a spoon.
After leaving 'Paris', we wander along the Strip with Denham’s arm wrapped around my shoulder and my head nestled into him like we’re made to fit. The fresh air clears the fuzziness that is lingering from the alcohol and I’m beginning to think that this could be one of my favorite places to be, tucked in close to his warm chest and held fast by his strong protective arm, surrounded by a bubble of happiness. It’s comfortable, but it’s easy to feel comfortable with him. He makes it that way.
I look up at him and smile. “Denham, where are we going? Have you forgotten where you live?”
“No.” He chuckles. “I haven’t forgotten where I live, and just to correct you, you live there too now, remember?”
“I haven’t forgotten. So where are we going then?”
“I don’t know…anywhere.” He shrugs and pulls me closer into him. My arms move further around his waist until we’re squeezed together tightly. “I don’t want our first date to end, so I thought we’d just keep walking.”
I don’t want it to end either. So far it’s been amazing. “You know if we keep walking, we could end up in Mexico.”
“Wouldn’t be far enough,” he states.
“I’m not sure I could walk that far in these heels.”
