Holding eye contact, he steps forward and reaches for my chest, grabbing the neckline.
His fingertips caress the tender skin of my breasts, causing my lips to part and a ragged breath to rush out."Oh."
Even though he's staring at me, I keep my eyes averted as he jerks my dress up firmly over my cleavage. I laugh, feeling my breasts jiggle slightly with his efforts.
"It seems like you need a lot of help with your clothes, ma'am," he teases. Removing his hands, he untwists the lid to his shot and tosses it carelessly to the counter next to my hip.
"It's just ‘cause I'm curvy." Sticking my tongue out playfully, I snatch up my second shot and hold it out between us. Alexander rests a hand on the countertop next to my hip and raises his shot to press against mine. "To our exes. May they stay in their place, and may we be thankful for the harsh, yet lifelong lessons they've taught us," I say, tossing my hair to the front of my body and smoothing it down.
I go to take my shot, but his hand flies up and stops me before I can put it to my lips.
"Nu-uh. Not yet," he says, his lips tilted in a half-smile. "May we also not let the damage they've given us go into the next relationship."
At his words my heart beats rather uncomfortably, and we stare each other down for a couple of tense seconds before he lets go of my wrist when I nod my head in agreement. My eyes are wide, and I avert them bashfully. Intimidated by the intense, handsome blue. We slam our shots and open the other ones, holding them up again.
I raise my brow haughtily, and give him a sly grin. "You first," I say softly, licking my lips.
Alexander tilts his head, regarding me for a moment. "May we never let our professional rivalry get in the way of our new friendship." His eyes lower to my bottom lip, which is caught between my teeth. "May you never stop challenging me and being a smartass—" He fake ducks and belts out a laugh when I gasp in offense and push his shoulder. He inches closer, his eyes smoldering as he stares me down, his voice darkening. "I'm serious.Promise me, Sarah."
He pins me with a hard stare, placing his shot once again between us.
I tilt my head with a teasing look. "Oh, Alex… we don't even need to toast to this," I laugh huskily. He clears his throat; his gaze roaming my face quietly. "I won't ever stop challenging you.That's a threat and a promise all rolled into one, handsome." I wink at him and suck my second shot down.
He drinks his shot much more slowly as we regard each other, feeling something shift between us. Something that started during my panic attack that I don't think either one of us can explain even if we tried. I know I can't explain it.
His phone dings, signaling the driver has arrived.
"You ready to go?" Alex asks, holding his hand out to me and helping me off the counter. He throws our empty bottles away as he pulls me out the door behind him. Tingles erupt on my arm and make my pussy clench with desire when he doesn't let our grip go.
"Am I ever! I can't wait to try this Jamaican place you found for us!" I gush, squeezing his hand.
Alex pulls me in close, tucking me in under his arm and placing a kiss on the top of my head. I stiffen with shock and keep my eyes straight ahead, too scared to look up at him. "We're going to eat with our fingers, and it's going to besloppy."He laughs, making my heart warm because this man is so much more than the icy persona he's developed over the years. So much more.
We joke and laugh the entire way to the restaurant, and I mimic my best Jamaican accent the whole ride there, making him laugh hilariously.
"Yah, man,"he teases back.
I'm glad to feel comfortable enough to be free with him. Happy to see that he can be free with me as well.
We order way too much food at the restaurant and eat sitting in a booth across from each other. Fun multi-colored neon lights, masks, and plants hang on the walls and from the ceiling, lending a fun vibe and perfect ambience. Especially for us two professionals. Alex is looser than normal, too, eating across from me with his sleeves rolled up. I can't stop staring at his forearms. Man, he has to know he's built like a god. The muscles flexing keep my attention and cause me to be more careless with my eating.
When he sucks the tip of his finger into his mouth, I'm surprised I don't feel drool sliding down my chin. My pussy thuds dully, and my entire body is thrumming to life just at being with him. I still feel a bit vulnerable after my panic attack, and my emotions are heightened, leaving me reeling. Wanting.
A splash of sauce hits the exposed swell of my breast, and I squeal quietly. Alex sits back in his seat, an amused expression on his face when I swipe it up with a finger and stick it in my mouth to suck it off. I'm so relieved to see that my affect on him is the same as what he does to me; the skin around his eyes tighten, as does a muscle in his jaw. And his face flushes slightly. Feeling desired, I give him a shy smile but stay quiet.
Everything in me wants to lean in and kiss him. To just get itoverwith. Taste him. Feel his tongue and lips and taste if his hunger is as fierce as mine is.
"Damn, woman. How much food are you going to spill on yourself?" he chuckles, wiping his hands roughly with the napkin. His eyes flit to my lips. "Do you need some help getting it off?" The unspoken question hangs there, but my shyness gets the better of me.
"Sorry! It's the freaking curse of having big boobs," I lament with an apologetic look. Picking up my drink, I take a deep sip and close my eyes. I feel so good right now, swaying in my seatto the music and sipping on my third vodka cranberry. It's been months since I was able to let my hair down like this.
God, he makes me feel so free; when’s the last time I had this much fun?Opening my eyes,I blush when I see he's still watching me, but he no longer looks amused. He's back to being cold. Almost stone cold, based on the tightness in his jaw. Even so,fuck…
He looks so handsome.
I feel my pussy swell with need as I stare back at Alexander, greedily. I feel my pussy become even wetter with need when I realize he's staring rather blatantly at my breasts.
As if he can't sit still, Alexander adjusts himself rather sexily in his seat. "Hm-hm. I see that," he says with a half-laugh, placing the last forkful of food in his mouth. The waiter comes and discreetly places the black check at the edge of the table with a smile before moving on to the next table.
