“I have to go,” he says into the phone before pocketing it and lifting me off the ground, pulling me into his chest.
“Jules, baby,” he whispers and smashes our lips together on the busy sidewalk, kissing me with a passion that takes my breath away.
My arms wrap around his neck, and one hand weaves through his hair as his lips open, dipping his tongue in, exploring mine with a tenderness that I feel in my toes.
When I remember there is a good chance Becks and my mom are watching from the window, I lean back, then burrow my face in his throat, smiling broadly against his skin.
“What?”
“Don’t look, but Mom and Becks are most likely watching.”
He chuckles. “So I shouldn’t let you go and broadcast my raging hard-on for them to see.”
“Oh god.” I laugh. “Could you imagine?”
“No.” He smirks, loosening his grip so I slide down his body right over his hard length. “Don’t make that face.”
“What face?”
His large hand palms my cheek, holding it gently. “The one where your eyes glass over whenever you’re turned on.”
My lips part, and the air leaves my lungs.
No words come out.
I am turned on.
His other hand runs down the hollow of my back as he whispers, his breath hot against my ear, “Let’s go, baby, before we never make it to dinner.”
His hand travels further down my behind, then laces our fingers together before he turns sideways to inconspicuously fix his massiveissue.
He turns back, raking his eyes over my body, and pauses at my feet.
“What the fuck?”
“What? These went better with the outfit?” I retort sarcastically.
He purses his lips, and his nostrils flare. A clear sign he’s annoyed.
“I asked you to wear flats.”
“No, you demanded.”
He stands there staring at me, then takes his phone out of his pocket and dials someone on speaker.
“Yes, sir?”
I instantly recognize it as Robert’s voice.
“Change of plans, please come pick us up to go to the restaurant.” He says all that through gritted teeth.
“No problem, give me ten minutes.”
We stand there in a silent debate for five of those ten minutes.
I can’t look at his eyes, so I stare at his big red lips while biting my tongue so hard I’m surprised I’m not bleeding out by now.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.
