“Thank you. You look very hot yourself,” I say.
His smile broadens, making me smile bigger too. “Only for you.” His dark eyes hold mine, then they slowly trail down openly over my body. My stomach flips from the way he hungrily looks at me, and I can’t help but wonder if we should just skip dinner and go inside.
I shake off those thoughts. I don’t want to miss out on the lovely night he has planned. “Well, thanks. I feel special.”
“You deserve to. You’re very special to me.” He reaches out to touch my face, and I lean into it.
“Are we back to being cute and cheesy?” I tease, biting my lip.
He pulls my lip out from my teeth with his thumb. “Yeah, and now instead of texts, I’ll tell you with words.”
“You like your words,” I say with a knowing grin.
He kisses me briefly, causing my eyes to flutter. “I love words. Especially yours.” His deep voice turns down a notch, and I feel the sound between my legs.
Is it a longing that I’m feeling? Maybe he is dying to orgasm too? I wonder if his ache is as painful as mine.
He ushers me into his car and the driver takes off.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Somewhere private, but I want to keep it a surprise.”
“How much time do we have?”
“Twenty minutes. Why?” He squints, eyeing me critically.
Do I?
Fuck it.
I lean in close to his ear to ask, “Can we get some privacy?”
He leans forward, hitting a button. The screen goes up and so does my heart rate.
But before I have a chance to move, his hand touches my thigh, skimming the inner most tender skin. My body quivers when he reaches down to my panties.
He twists in his seat and whispers, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. Will you let me touch you?”
“Yesss,” I breathe.
“You want one finger or two?”
Jesus Christ.
“Whatever you give me.”
His fingers brush over the sparse piece of fabric covering me.
“More,” I beg.
“Have you been with anyone else since?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Good. Neither have I.”
His touch grows a little firmer, and his breath tickles my neck.