way back earlier. Once the coat was in place, she took her clutch back from me and then pushed me back against the wall beside her door.
“I promised you a kiss,” she murmured as she molded her body to mine. She looked at me through her thick lashes, and I had to ball my hands into fists at my sides before I grabbed her. If I let my hands have free rein of her luscious body, we would never make it to dinner, and I would totally blow off the SNL performance.
She lifted her free hand, stroking her fingertips over my chin that was still covered in scruff before stabbing through the hair at the back of my head. Tentatively, she brushed her lips softly over mine. I let her have full control, so when her tongue skimmed over my bottom lip, I willingly opened for her. As her tongue tangled with mine, she grew bolder and more assertive.
When she finally pulled back, we were both struggling to catch our breath and my cock was already pushing the limits of the material of my pants.
Still not trusting myself to touch her, I kissed her forehead. “That was perfect, Dimples.”
She melted against me a little more. “We should go.”
“Hold my hand,” I told her, and she readily linked our fingers together before pulling me toward the elevator. It was a few minutes before it arrived, and when the doors opened, our parents stepped off.
They didn’t even blink at the way we were holding hands. “You two are heading out?” Dad asked as he pocketed his phone.
“Dinner,” I told him.
“We’re about to head out for something to eat ourselves,” Uncle Axton said. “We’ll see you at the show later. We’re going to watch from the audience since Emmie got us tickets.”
“Good luck with that,” Shaw said with a laugh as she stepped into the elevator before the doors could close. “You’re going to get mobbed by the crowd.”
“We’ll have security with us,” Aunt Dallas assured her. “You two have fun. Don’t get into any trouble.”
Shaw waved and then tugged me into the elevator with her before pressing the button for the lobby. As the doors shut, she leaned into me once again, and I pressed my lips to the side of her head. The perfection of the moment wasn’t lost on me, and I closed my eyes, savoring this time with her being mine while I could.
A lump filled my throat at the realization that, come Monday, I wouldn’t have this because she was so damn stubborn.
Outside the hotel, I hailed a cab to take us to dinner. We could have taken one of the SUVs with Barrick’s security guys driving us, but I wanted to be completely alone with my girl and not have to worry about the guard gossiping to my brother-in-law about us.
Once we were in the back of the cab, I pulled her onto my lap and thrust my hands into her thick hair. She met my kiss halfway, and we spent the entire drive to the restaurant making out. By the time the driver pulled up in front of the Italian place, we were both struggling not to rip each other’s clothes off.
The driver knocked on the glass, letting us know he wanted us out of his cab, and I tossed him some cash before stepping out, pulling Shaw with me. I’d booked us reservations the night before, so the hostess was expecting us when we entered, but there was still a short wait since it was a Saturday night and the place was packed.
Pulling Shaw off to the side away from the others who were waiting, I took out my phone and turned it so we could take a few pictures together. If this weekend was all I would be getting until I could talk her into giving us a real chance, I was going to take a couple photos to live off while I worked to make that happen.
As I took a selfie of us, both of us grinning at the camera, Shaw turned and pressed her lips to my ear. “Did you know that the age of consent in New York is a hell of a lot different from California?”
I shifted her so she was standing in front of me and hiding my erection. “I… Um… I hadn’t looked at the laws concerning…that,” I told her as I tried to get my cock to behave so the blood would return to my brain.