Surprised eyes caught mine. “Really?”
I grinned to hide my nervousness. “Really.”
Entwining her fingers with mine, I tugged her toward the door. As we walked into the dimly lit bar, I reached for the remote that controlled the speakers that were hooked up to a stereo in the office. Soft, jazzy music filled the bar just as I heard Flick gasp beside me. I turned to watch her as she took the entire room in.
She hadn’t seen the inside of the bar since we’d rebuilt it, so this was all new to her, but she wasn’t taking in the new bar tops or the tables and booths with the chairs that my MC brothers had built by hand. She didn’t see anything but the hundreds of balloons floating toward the ceiling, the hundreds of dollars’ worth of roses, and the crazy amount of candles burning. Her gaze went slowly toward the petals that shaped the huge heart that Gracie had helped me create and the pillows on top of the thick, soft blanket that was spread across sweet scented rose petals.
Flick swallowed hard and lifted her blue gaze to meet mine. “Who did this?”
I shrugged like it was no big deal. “My brothers and Gracie helped me.”
Her brow wrinkled adorably. “But why?”
“Because I love you and you deserve the hearts-and-flowers romantic shit.” I grimaced. “I didn’t give you that the first time around, but I swear I’ll try my hardest to give it to you as often as possible this time.”
“I…I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “This is beautiful, Jet. Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face in my cut. “Thank you.”
“So you like it?”
She nodded without lifting her head. “I love it.”
Relief practically had my shoulders drooping as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and kissed the top of her head. Even in the dim lighting I could see that her dyed hair had grown out, but she hadn’t tried to cover the roots up. I hoped she wouldn’t. The red was sexy as fuck, but her natural color was what I wanted to see on her. I’d kind of missed her glossy dark hair. It had been so long in the past and I’d obsessed over the pure beauty of it for years until I’d finally given in and taken what I wanted.
I felt something damp soak through the T-shirt I had on under my cut and realized she was crying. Gut churning because I lost my shit when she cried, I caught her chin between my thumb and index finger and forced her to lift her head so I could see her face. Tears poured down her beautiful cheeks. “What’s wrong?”
She gave me a trembling smile. “Nothing. I’m just a little overwhelmed is all.”
“Is this too much?” I glanced around, taking it all in again. “Gracie helped me plan it. She knows more about this kind of thing than me. If it’s too much I’ll fix it.”
“No!” she cried when I started to pull away. “No,” she laughed. “This is perfect. I just never expected it. It’s so sweet, Jet. Honestly, I love everything about it. This is incredible.”
“Swear?”
She laughed again and the sweet, feminine sound of her voice went straight to my already aching dick. “Swear.”
“Good.” Keeping one arm around her waist, I walked her over to the blanket in the middle of the huge-ass heart. Carefully, holding her like she was fine china, I helped her sit. Once she was comfortable, I grabbed the basket that held our dinner from behind the bar and joined her.
“Whatever that is, it smells amazing.” She lifted the lid of the basket and her eyes narrowed before a few more tears spilled down her cheeks. “You got Aggie to make all my favorites?”
“Of course. Tonight is about you, love.” I tapped her hands, forcing them away so I could pull out the containers of chicken, spaghetti and bread sticks. I took the tops off the dishes and pulled out one of the forks Aggie had included. I twirled the spaghetti on the fork and lifted the small bite to her lips.
Flick’s chin trembled for half a second before she opened her mouth and I fed her the first bite. Her eyes closed as she chewed. “That never gets old,” she murmured around the food in her mouth. “Aggie is an angel when it comes to cooking.”
I fed her two more bites before taking one for myself. When she licked her lips, I got up to pour her a glass of wine and grabbed a beer for myself. For the next fifteen minutes I fed us both and we barely spoke. I never knew watching someone eat could be so erotic. Seeing her lips wrap around the fork, watching her jaw move as she chewed, how her tongue slipped out to lick away a smear of sauce at the corner of her mouth… By the time I lifted the last bite to feed her, my body was one big ache.
I could feel the sexual tension radiating off of her, knew that I wasn’t the only one completely turned on by this oddly intimate experience. My hand wasn’t as steady as it had been at the beginning of the meal when I replaced the containers and reached for the slice of cheesecake that Aggie had made for dessert.
Raspberry and chocolate drizzle covered the huge slice of cheesecake and I reached for the clean fork to start feeding Flick again. “I love that raspberry sauce she makes,” Flick said as she savored the first decadent bite. Reaching out, she touched her index finger to the extra drizzle on the plate before lifting her finger and offering it to me. “Taste.”
Hungrily I sucked her finger long and hard, making sure I got every last trace of the sauce. Something wild flashed in my female’s eyes and suddenly she was pulling the plate out of my hand and pushing it and the basket away before climbing onto my lap. As soon as she was in my arms, her arms were around my neck, her soft fingers raking through my hair as she held me exactly where she wanted me and dived in for a kiss that stole both our breaths.
I’d wanted to take things slow tonight. Had wanted our lovemaking to be as sweet and magical as everything else I’d tried to create just for her, but one taste of her mouth and I was lost. Even though I’d spent the night before making love to her repeatedly, I felt like I hadn’t touched her in weeks. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of her.
Grabbing hold of her ass, I lifted onto my knees and carefully laid her down so that her head was on one of the pillows. The cotton shorts she’d worn were easy enough to get rid of and I made sure to take her panties with them. Her pussy was already drenched and my mouth watered at the sweet scent of her arousal. Unable to stop myself, I lowered my head and made a meal of her drenched pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned and spread her thighs even wider for me. “Oh…God.” Her hips thrust up against me, seeking the relief she knew I would gladly give her. “Please. Please. Oh, God, please.”
I grinned against her wet lips. “God can’t help you tonight, love.”