Instead, Ryder slowly brings me down with his lips and fingers. When he does disappear from my center, he places a soft kiss on each of my thighs and sits back in his chair, looking more than pleased with himself. As he fucking should. I lift up on my elbows. Ryder licks his lips, and this time it’s me flying off the table, not giving two shits that my boobs are bouncing with every movement. I want to make Ryder feel as good as he made me. He spreads his legs wider, steadying himself because he knows exactly what I’m doing. My ass slides into his lap, and those hands of his find my outer thighs, squeezing them.
“That was off the charts amazing. It’s your turn now.” My hand delves into his hair, my mouth seeks his, and he takes over. Ryder’s mouth dominates me once again. I can taste myself on him, and it doesn’t bother me because beneath that musky flavor, it’s all Ryder. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Not yet, you won’t. We’re going to eat dinner first, then have dessert. Where we go afterwards will be solely up to you.” I move my hips closer to his, my naked center rubbing against his thin black pants, feeling his bulge.
“Are you sure? I’ve had a lot of filthy fantasies this week.” I rub myself against him.
“Fuck, you drive a hard bargain. I promised you dinner, and that’s what you’re going to get.” Ryder stands up, and it takes all I have not to wrap my legs around his firm body. I don’t though; he helps me up, and I fix my top and skirt, not ashamed in the least. I see the hunger in his eyes as he watches the entire show.
“What did you make us?” I ask. Since he wants to wait, I may as well redirect this conversation.
“Steak, fingerling potatoes, and a wedge salad. It’s not something that’s ever on the menu but still something that most everyone would eat.” He goes to the sink, washes his hands, then grabs our salads out of the fridge. I take this as my cue to grab a rag, some spray, and clean off the kitchen table before grabbing a couple of wrapped utensils in linen napkins.
“Sounds good. Drinks?” I ask, not sure what he has to offer.
“Do you drink wine?”
“Do I ever. I’m not picky either. Um, also, I’m not picky when it comes to food or drinks. Well, maybe I won’t eat eggplant, mushrooms, and cauliflower, though only if it’s raw. Cooked cauliflower isn’t bad,” I tell him. I find two wine glasses as he finishes carrying over the plates.
“Challenge accepted, though not so sure on the raw cauliflower. That may even be out of my area of expertise. You’d give Si a run for her money if you eat everything. I think the only thing she doesn’t like is scallops. Even then, I can get her to eat them when they’re wrapped in bacon.” You can see the warmth in his eyes when he talks about Sienna.
“She’s awesome and so smart. I thoroughly enjoy teaching her and the other students in my class.” Ryder sits down beside me, not the standard sitting across like most dates. We sit, chat, and eat. My appetite must have really been worked up because I am absolutely starving, though I can’t help but press my legs together, sliding them back and forth every time Ryder licks his lips or I look at where I was lying only twenty minutes ago.
“What about kids? Do you want any of your own?” I ask.
“Actually, and this might sound strange, but anytime I think about having them one day down the road, something holds me back. It might be because of Sienna and the restaurant, or it could be that I just don’t feel that need that they’ll complete a part of me.”
“Shew, I think I completely get it. All my cousins want children, which hey, that’s cool. I’ll be more like their auntie than a second cousin. But teaching? Those are basically my children, and on my days off, I’d love to travel and see the world. I drove down here from Virginia. It was probably the best experience I’ve had. Of course, my dad, uncle, and male cousin pestered me every single day. Telling me to check my tires, have enough washer fluid, and not to stop in places that look deserted.” I roll my eyes thinking about all the