“It’s really good. I noticed you didn’t take me to any of the playrooms they have there.”
“How do you know they are called playrooms?” he asked.
She smiled. “Daisy told me.” Closing the menu, she handed it to him. “You order for me. Surprise me.”
“Okay then.” He signaled the waiter, and she found herself watching him, and bit her lip. The way he spoke to the waiter was so confident, so sure of himself. She loved the way he commanded a room, and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about him. “Was that okay?” he asked.
“Yes, perfect.”
He smiled. “You weren’t even listening.”
“You’re right. I wasn’t.”
She rested her chin on her hands, and smiled at him. His lips called to her, and she wanted them back on her lips more than anything.
“You’re thinking about my kiss, aren’t you?” he asked, placing his arms on the table, leaning forward.
Everything faded away as he got closer.
“Yes, I am.”
“You want my lips on yours?” he asked.
“Do you have to ask?”
Oh my God, I’m flirting. I’m really flirting.
He tilted his head to the side. “When I first saw you in the diner in that cute little waitressing uniform, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss you.”
“What did you want to do to me?”
She pressed her thighs together as a flood of warmth swamped her. She was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and it was pitiful. Would he be her first? Of course he would. It was going to be Edward or no one. There was no way she was going to be with anyone else. No one else called to her the way he did.
He leaned so close that she felt his breath against her face. “I wanted to bend you over the table, lift up that skirt, pull your panties down, and slide my dick so deep inside your cunt that you couldn’t walk properly for days.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and she thrust forward on her chair, creating some friction with her jeans against her clit. “I would have liked that.”
Edward chuckled. “I think you would have shouted and screamed at me, babe. Now, I don’t think you would be all that shocked.”
“I’m not. It’s what I want.” She stared at him, wondering if he would forgo dinner. “Do you want to go home?” She was too impatient to wait for him to take the next step.
Edward reached out, taking hold of her hand. “No. We’re not going home. We’re going to stay here, and we’re going to get to know one another, and then, we’re going to take our time. There’s no rushing this.”
“You don’t need to go slow for me.”
“I want to go slow, and I want to go slow for me.” He held both of her hands with her palms up, covering them with his own hands. If he pushed up the sleeves of her shirt, the scars of her past would be easy to see. “I need you to heal.”
“I don’t…”
“In time some of these scars will fade, but what I need from you is that when you feel like you want to cut, you come to me,” he said.
She frowned. They hadn’t really talked about this. Apart from him getting angry, and then after a few tense moments, everything seemed to fade into the background. This was the first time anyone had talked to her like this.
Licking her lips, she felt her heart pounding. No one else had known what she had done. It wasn’t something that she advertised.
“Do you have something that you use? A special kit?” he asked.
She nodded her head as tears filled her eyes. For the first time in her life, she felt on the spot, the full focus of attention.