continue talking. Our conversation is surprisingly easy and I feel like I’ve known this man my entire life as I open up to him. By the time our food comes, I forgot we were here to eat.
Like Shane, I also went for the steak and it looks divine. I cut a piece off and take a mouthful, nearly moaning at how tasty it is. “This is so good.”
He smiles. “Yeah, Omen said it was good food.”
“It’s better than good. This is literally the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
His eyes lock onto my lips and I see the hunger in his gaze. He looks like he wants to consume me whole and that makes me squirm in my seat.
“I can think of something sweeter I’d like to have in my mouth.”
I nearly choke on my steak. The innuendo in his words has between my legs throbbing.
“Shane…” I breathe his name out and he grins.
“Maybe I’ll have you for dessert.”
God, that makes wetness flood to my pussy. Did he really just say that? My chest heaves as I try to regain control of the situation.
“You can’t say things like that in public.”
“Why not?”
Because now I’m horny and stuck somewhere I can’t act upon it. “You just can’t,” I breathe out my words and he smirks.
“Maybe I’ll take you somewhere after and eat you.”
My eyes pop, quickly scanning the restaurant to make sure no one heard his dirty talk. I can’t deny the fact he’s getting me hot. This man might just be the death of me.
6
Whizz
My words shock her. I can tell by the pink staining her cheeks and the way her eyes dart around the restaurant, as if checking we weren’t overheard. I don’t give a fuck if anyone heard my words. I meant them. I want to take her home and eat that sweet, sinful pussy.
“Shane!” She hisses my name and I smirk.
“You don’t want me to eat your pussy?”
She makes a garbled sound in the back of her throat, her eyes flaring. “A thank you dinner, remember? That’s all this is.”
“What if I want to say thank you a different way?”
I know I’m pushing her, but fuck, this woman makes me want things I’ve never wanted before. I’m not a Boy Scout—I’ve been with my share of women—but Amy’s different. She’s the sunshine to my darkness, the sweet to my sour, the good to my bad. I should let her walk away, she’s too pure for a man like me, but I can’t. I want her and I’m not prepared to let her slip through my fingers. I think she wants me too. I don’t miss the covert looks she sneaks in my direction when she thinks I’m not looking. The way her eyes trace my mouth and the way she keeps pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Yeah, I affect her, and I like that I do.
“Shane,” she breathes my name on a rush of air.
I let her off the hook. “How was your steak?” I indicate her empty plate. She ate everything, even the garnish, so it must have been fucking good.
Clearing her throat and shifting in her chair, she says, “Beautiful. Perfectly cooked, but I didn’t expect anything different. Flame has a hell of a reputation.”
“Yeah, the lads said I should come here when I asked about decent restaurants in the area to bring a beautiful lady.”
She smiles, ducking her head. “Friends only, remember.”
“Right,” I agree, even though I have no intention of being friends with this woman. She’d talked my ear off during dinner, told me every aspect of her life. She’d told me about her mum dying, her dad spiraling after and how her brother became protective of his sisters. She told me of how she worked hard to get into her job and how she loves her work. There’s something she’s holding back, though. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ll get it out of her eventually. I want to know everything about her.
I don’t want the evening to end, but I know they have another booking for the table, so I signal the waitress and have her bring the bill over. She brings it after a moment and Amy starts to rummage in her bag.
“How much was it? What do I owe?”
I snort at her. “How about nothing.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “I’m not letting you pay. It’s not fair.”
“Ain’t letting me do shit, Amy. I asked you to dinner, ain’t letting you pay.”
The waitress glances between