I’m still waiting for that not to head into insult territory.
“You’re exciting and different from every dating guide I’ve ever seen and trust me, I read a lot of them as a kid.”
My hand tightens on his. “Had trouble?”
“I had a hot older brother that loved to fight my battles for me while I was pudgy, nerdy, and lived for videogames and the budding field of coding.” He snorts.
Standing, I walk around the table to sit on his lap. Chase drapes his arm around me as I nuzzle his neck. “Computers are sexy.”
“Now they are,” He grumbles.
I rub over his chest, undoing two of the buttons to tease him, and come to a stop when a server walks onto the deck. Trying to scramble out of Chase’s lap so I don’t look like a complete bimbo, only means he holds me tighter.
He motions to the table. “Please.”
The man drinks me in, staring obviously at my cleavage and Chase gives him a deadly glare. “Something you wanted to say about dinner or are you fishing for a pink slip?”
The waiter apologizes and rushes away.
“That was mean,” I chide.
“He was eye-fucking you.” Chase kisses my jaw, following the curve up to my ear. “That’s my job.”
I squirm at that delicious sense of possessiveness.
Chase reaches over me and offers me a fork of something dripping and glistening with butter. “Better eat it before we make a mess.”
My mouth wraps around the food and I suck the fork to avoid staining the one white dress I have. The flavor is amazing. I swallow and stare at the plate. “What is it?”
“Escargot. Covered in garlic and herb butter with parmesan melted on top. Do you like it?”
I nod, then steal the fork and reach over to put two on the tongs before offering it to Chase. He slowly opens his mouth and I slide the food in. He bites down without ever looking away from me.
He lets me feed him most of the meal, but when the main course comes, Chase folds my arms over my chest, holding my hands as I stare, open-mouthed at the stuffed lobster. Chase kisses my throat softly.
“Delicious.”
I nod. “I’m suddenly starving.”
“You’ll have to wait.” He whispers in my ear before biting my neck. “I want you before the meal.”
“Chase,” I groan. “There are people around.”
He adjusts so he’s holding both my hands behind my back with one hand and slowly rubs up along the inside of my thigh. His fingers are featherlight as they stroke up and down but constantly move closer to my underwear.
I whimper and squirm against him, feeling him harden behind me. “Fuck.”
“What do you think, baby? Think you can come quietly?” His fingers push against my panties. “That you can get off without anyone noticing?”
“No.” I gasp as my head falls back over his shoulder. I press my lips to his neck. “I don’t want to be interrupted again.”
He considers that while drawing lazy circles over my clit. He hums in his throat. “I think we should try.”
“But!”
The word dies on my tongue as he pushes my underwear to the side to stroke from my entrance to my clit and back slowly, two fingers spreading around my clit and giving me ateaseof what I could have.
“Chase,” I groan, rolling my hips against him.