I was more than ready. I wanted him. In every way. Tonight…one way or another, I was getting us out of these clothes, and I’d be fucking my boyfriend.
Tonight. My boyfriend.
Two new concepts that gave me the biggest smile.
Dessert finally came, and it was chocolate tiramisu. My absolute favorite. It’s so soft, light and delicious. He fed me a spoonful and I moaned at the first taste. It was so smooth, so good. I felt him stiffen at the moan. He was trying hard to keep the lust off his face, and failing. His eyes darkened at the moan and he leaned across the table.
“Please don’t share your moans with others. Those aremine,” he gripped my chin, keeping our eyes locked together. His eyes pierced into my soul, telling me that I was already in fact, his. And he was already mine, and had been mine from the very beginning.
“I need to ask you something,” he licked his lips, “Something important.”
Was he nervous?
I nodded my head; dessert wasalmostcompletely forgotten about. He took my hands in his and looked like he was gathering courage as he took a deep breath before asking me the sincerest question I had ever been asked.
“Will you, please, do me thehonorof being my girlfriend?” His eyes were big as he watched me for any kind of reaction, any kind of rejection. He was so shy and boyish when he asked, that my heart fluttered, beating wildly in my chest in a way it hadn’t for so long. This was sweeter than I’d ever been asked before, and definitely the most sincerely. I smiled at him, tears in my eyes.
“Yes,” was all I managed to breathe out before he was on me. He moved at superhuman speed to get around the table, cupmy face in his hands, and steal my breath in the most amazing kiss I’d ever had. My arms were around his neck as he stood to full height, pulling me up into his arms in the middle of the patio. My foot popped like that one super awkward princess movie.
I swear.
When he reluctantly pulled away, we were both breathless, in need of oxygen. He slid me, painfully slowly, down the front of him, and there was no hiding the thick, hard erection fighting to get out of his pants.
“I need to get you home.Now.” His voice was thick, husky, rough like he was fighting the urge to take me on the patio.
“We have to pass my apartment first from the elevators,” I offered, like I hadn’t planned it from the beginning of the night.
And no one else has a key to randomly pop in.
He kissed me again and began looking for our waitress. She was out with to-go boxes that we couldn’t be bothered with, except for the tiramisu.
What was he doing with that? Did he know that was my most favorite dessert of all time? Or…was that…No. Fuck.
My thoughts went there. My thighs clenched together as a wetness pooled, soaking my thong. The sudden,desperate need for friction was growing by the minute. I need him back at my apartment.
Now.
Chapter Thirty-Three:
Cash’s POV
She got her front door open as we were tangled in a kiss, her arms and legs wrapped around me in a grip that promised she wouldn’t be letting go. The door swung open as I almost fell onto the floor, but ended up falling into the kitchen island. I know it might be sore tomorrow, but I wasn’t stopping now. My body was on fire and she was the only thing that could quench this heat. And…
Fuck she tasted so sweet.
I wanted to explore every inch, every bit of naked skin. I wanted to know what sounds she made when I touched every last, smooth, perfect bit of her. She pressed her body harder into mine, grinding her hips into my erection. I gripped her hips tightly, grinding back against her in return.
She broke the kiss and cried out, a whimper of a moan that woke a hungry beast that promised he wouldn’t be satisfied with tonight, and that a lifetime would be too short to spend with her. Her body was calling out to the beast that lived within mine, and responding to me so fucking well as I slid my hand from her neck into her hair and clenching my fist. I pulled her hair tightly by the roots to give me her ear. She needed to know what she was in for.
“I want you. I have wanted you since the first time I saw you. I’ve been patient enough.” I swear I could eat her up. “Tonight won’t be enough. A lifetime might not be either.” I pulled away from her grip slightly, ready to pull her to her room or the couch, whichever was closer, when I looked around at all the hundreds of battery-operated candles.
The bigger ones and those tiny ones they put in lanterns. They were everywhere.
“Woah,” I breathed out, peering around the apartment. When? How? I looked at her.
This shit was...
“This is romantic as fuck, my Queen.” I smiled at her, my eyes soft and filled with more love than there was when I asked her to be my girlfriend.
