Jensen only looks at me as I pull on my wrist, but he doesn't let me go. I decide to give up the fight for now because it would only draw more attention to us.
“I’m hungry,” I say as we walk over to the hostess stand to be seated. Brian has stepped off to the side with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Me too,” Jensen says in a low voice as he tugs me closer to him. My body molds into his as his big frame engulfs me. For a man as big as him, I think I need the extra weight I put on to handle him. My cheeks burn at my own dirty thoughts and Jensen doesn't help as he leads me to the table. “But I’ll wait and have my meal in bed.”
Chapter Four
JENSEN
The way she sips her water irritates me. Why does she have to look so fucking innocent when her lips touch the glass? Is she trying to drive me insane? The fact that she had absolutely no reaction when I told her I wanted to eat her in bed has sent me into an internal rage where nothing is right because I can’t prove her wrong.
What’s it going to take to break that untouchable shield she has around her? I’m sitting inches from her and all I want to do is swipe my fingers between her pussy lips to see if she’s half as hot for me as I am for her. When has a woman ever driven me to the edge like this? I don’t even know her and yet possessing her seems so familiar. Maybe it’s because I’ve heard her brother talk about her for so long that it feels like she’s already mine.
As Brian orders his food, I slip my hand under the tablecloth and rest it on her thigh. She sputters as she swallows the water and places her glass gently on the table before bringing her napkin to her lips. She doesn’t even bother to look over at me as I slide my hand up her soft skin, and I want to flip the fucking table over. Is that what it would take to get her attention?
Oh, I see the flush in her cheeks and the way her breathing picks up every time I touch her. I notice every wiggle of her hips as she becomes wetter. There isn’t anything about her I don’t fucking clock, but she’s making a meal out of pretending I’m not even here.
The white sweater dress hugs her curves tight and I hate it. It puts her gorgeous body on display for people who don’t deserve to lick the ground she walks on. How has my best friend kept this hidden from me all this time?
My hand slides to the inside of her thigh and I roughly pull on it to spread her legs. That finally gets me a look, and to my pleasure she doesn’t pull away. She keeps them open as her eyes burn into mine and this small victory will be her downfall.
I felt the connection between us in the car, and I saw how she gaped at my filthy words. She might be shocked at what I say to her, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it. Fuck. I’m enjoying it, too. I’ve never in my life talked to a woman like I talked to her. But here I am, unable to stop. It makes sense though. In life when I want something, I go full speed for it. It’s how I’ve gotten where I am. Growing up in the system, you learn to take what you want. I’ve worked hard at being able to do that. I’ve just never had that want for a woman. Until now.
“And for you?” the waitress asks, and I turn to look up at her. I haven’t even looked at the menu, but it’s a steakhouse and I just ramble off the standard. “That’s our house special. How would you like that cooked?”
She’s smiling at me as she tucks her hair behind her ear and moves a bit closer. It’s then I feel Sage’s hand on my wrist and she’s trying to push my hand away.
“Rare,” I say, and when I go to look at Sage, the waitress interrupts me again.
“Would you like that Oscar-style? Or maybe with some garlic butter? It makes it extra juicy.” The waitress gives me a wink, but I have no fucking clue why.
“No,” I answer quickly as I feel Sage’s nails score the skin on my hand. The feeling goes straight to my dick as I think about how those nails would feel on my back.
When I turn back to her, I can see her narrow her eyes at me before she looks up at the waitress. Don’t tell me that the fucking goddess next to me is jealous. There’s not a woman on earth that could keep my attention from her, and I emphasize that by sliding my hand all the way up and against her pussy. The waitress asks me another question, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as I answer her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Brian talking on his cell phone and not paying us any attention. Then when I feel the waitress walk away, I cup Sage’s panty-covered pussy with my whole hand and lean in close to her.