Finally gulping it down and eliminating any instant threat to her life, she grumbles as her shallow breath comes out in short huffs, “Do you ever not think lewd thoughts?”
Keeping my taco back in the plate and pulling out the handkerchief from my pocket, I lean across the table and wipe the sweat dripping down her face, making it glisten like she just got fucked good.
She startles at my sudden action, but doesn’t retreat or stop me.
“Around you? Nah, not really.” I shake my head and pocket the handkerchief.
“Pervert,” she huffs at me, taking another bite, but this time a small one.
I fold my hands at my chest. “Call me whatever you want, but you know you find it hot,” I dare her to deny it.
Instead, she just shrugs her shoulders mischievously as she finishes her taco.
This time, it’s she who leans across the table and steals the last of my Banh Mi Taco and stuffs it all in her mouth in one go, afraid that I’ll try and get it back.
“Hey! That was mine!” I yell with no weight behind my words, and all she does is throw her head back and laugh, chewing it down with her cheeks ballooned like a squirrel’s. “I don’t share food,” I huff.
“With me, you do,” she says as if it’s that simple. She doesn’t realize how true her words are. I’d do anything for her; all she has to do is ask. And that thought of letting someone else have that much power over me again terrifies me, so I don’t voice my agreement.
It’s as if I’m in a movie and she’s starring in it, and the time slows as she licks her fingers clean, one by one. Her tongue peeking out to swipe the sauce off her lips. Oh, how I wish it were me instead of the sauce.
Fuck! Look at me, being jealous of a damn sauce. Never did I think a woman could have me so tied up.
Clearing my thoughts before I lose all control and fuck her on this table, I get up and throw the recyclable plates in the bin. “Shall we go?”
Sliding her hands in the pockets of my hoodie she’s wearing, she comes to walk beside me. “Yes, let’s go.”
The possessive animal inside me flares in satisfaction, seeing her drowning in my clothes, letting everyone know she’s mine.
Heading to the parking lot, I open the door for her to get in the car and follow in through the driver’s side.
Today has been entirely unexpected. I don’t know what I was thinking when I texted her this morning. And I didn’t think she’d reply, let alone agree to come with me. And then the whole erotic experience before I finally showed her two of my favorite spots.
I don’t want the night to end. Not yet.
The air around us settles with the weight of the fact that the night will be over the moment I drop her home. Stealing glances at her when she’s looking out the window at the passing city, I contemplate how to broach the subject, but think better of it and let it go.
I can’t forget that she’s still the woman who loathes me and finds it as easy as breathing to ignore me. She only agreed to today because it was her job to capture some content.
She’d probably mock me if I even suggested something as absurd as spending more time together just because I want to stay in her company a little while longer.
Soon, the car rolls to a slow halt as we reach her place. Being the gentleman my mother taught me to be, I get out and walk her to her door.
Sliding the key into the lock, she twists it open and turns on her heel as she stands at the entrance, fidgeting with the key, while I keep my hands fisted and deep into my pockets lest I do something purely asinine like haul her to me and wreck her mouth.
“It’s late. You should go,” she mutters.
“Do you want me to?” The words tumble out before I can stop them, and the regret instantly has me biting my tongue.
Her breath stutters. “That would be the appropriate thing to do. I mean, what if someone found out?” Her eyes run wild across my face as her teeth nibble on her lower lip.
Of course, she doesn’t want me to stay. “Yeah, you’re right. I should go,” I agree, pointing at my car with my thumb.
“Mhmm.”
We stare into each other’s eyes, wondering ifeither of us would give in to the desire burning hot between us. But when neither of us makes a move, I retreat, “Right, I’ll go.”
Jogging down the steps, I slide in the car and, with one last lingering look at her swarmed form in my hoodie, I drive away.
