Dino takes the check out of Damon’s hands. “You know your money’s no good here,” he says when Damon tries to protest. “Now, you kids go enjoy the rest of your date night. Go dancing. That’s what I used to do with mybella moglie.”His wife.
Dino stares off in the distance as if remembering a fond memory. “Ah, she loved to dance.”
“Maybe we’ll go do just that,” Damon says. “I’ll see you soon, Dino.”
“Yes, come back. And bring your beautiful date to see me again.”
We leave the restaurant full of pizza and beer and with newly shared knowledge of each other. I feel like I learned a lot about Damon just from his conversation with Dino.
On the walk back to the parking garage, I tell Damon, “I’m sorry for bringing up the past. I didn’t know about your parents…”
He gently takes my hand in his, and it feels so nice…so right. “It’s fine. I just…I don’t like to talk about my family,” he mutters solemnly.
I give him a nod. “Of course,” I tell him, vowing in my mind to never bring up his family again since it’s obviously a sore subject.
We stop at a small ice cream shop and order a scoop each — mine, vanilla and his, chocolate.
We sit across from each other at the small window, people-watching.
“How’s your ice cream?” he asks me.
“Delicious.” I offer him the spoon. “Would you like a taste?”
His eyes narrow a fraction as he says, “I’d love a taste.”
Something about the way he says it has my lower core tightening. Damon is incredibly hot. Mix that in with the alcohol, and I’m practically ready to jump his bones on the first date.
I hold out the spoon, and he guides my fingers towards him. He wraps his full lips around my spoon, and the vanilla ice cream disappears into his mouth.
And I think it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, as pathetic as that sounds.
“Delicious,” he says before licking his lips. “Would you like to taste mine?”
“Yes,” I say, practically panting.
He gathers up some ice cream on his spoon before holding it out for me. I lean across the table and take the spoon into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I moan in delight at the soft chocolate deliciousness that hits my taste buds.
When I open my eyes, Damon is staring at me with dilated pupils and labored breaths.
This is turning him on.
Hell, it’s turning me on too.
Maybe it’s the booze…or the first date in general…but I never knew I could get turned on just by eating ice cream.
“You got some…” His voice trails off as he wipes away some ice cream from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Right there,” he says, his voice thick with desire, before swiping the pad of his thumb across my lips.
Without thinking, my tongue darts out and licks at his thumb, and I can hear him draw in a sharp breath.
We stay there for another several seconds before he finally pulls away. And I feel like a bundle of nerves by the time we leave the ice cream place. As we walk, Damon holds my hand again, only this time his thumb caresses my skin, only furthering the torture.
I’m so turned on that I’m practically burning up by the time we reach his SUV in the garage. When he opens the door for me, I take off my coat. And I’m getting ready to climb inside when I feel Damon behind me, his hands on my hips. Pressing up against my back, I feel his warm breath skate over my bare shoulder.
“Damon,” I whisper.
“Victoria,” he whispers back. “Fuck,” he utters as his fingers dig into my hips and he draws a deep, shredded breath. “I wanted to take things slow with you tonight…but I’m so desperate for you.” And then his mouth encloses on my skin, kissing his way from my shoulder and up the side of my neck to my jaw.
His large hands skim down the length of my dress, scooping up the hem and skimming up my thighs to my black, lacy panties. I suck in a sharp breath when his index finger dances along the seam of my lips under the material. My eyes flutter close from the sensation.
