“I like the idea you had of investing my inheritance, though.” She offers a small smile.
I grin and kiss the back of her hand, feeling good that I may have helped her with something I can see she’s been struggling with.
“Now you just need to figure out what you want to do with the rest of your life. Or, at the very least, the next five to ten years.”
She nods and focuses her gaze front and center. Even though I think I may have helped her work out an issue she’s been having, our line of discussion also seems to have an adverse effect, making her overly quiet. Thankfully, we reach the restaurant, which I anticipate will break up some of the unusual anxiety surrounding her.
Like the gentleman my mama taught me to be, I open her door and help her out of the car. She smiles shyly and looks up at me. I was taken aback when she came out of the locker room after our kiss fest wearing a pair of skinny jeans, low, brown suede ankle boots, and a matching leather blazer with a colorful scarf around her neck. Simple but elegant at the same time. Perfect in every way. So much so, I can’t keep my hands and eyes off her. Since our kiss, I’ve had an overwhelming urge to hold her hand, touch her hair, keep her close.
Women don’t normally affect me this way. At least, none before her. Then again, I’ve come to realize, since the first minute I laid eyes Honor Carmichael, there is something unique about her. I can’t put her in the same round hole as other women because she’s more of a square peg. Hell, she’s a freakin’ trapezoid.
The hostess leads us to a small curved booth in the corner of the restaurant. The lighting is low but not so dark you can’t see well. Just enough to give the place a warm ambiance. There’s a white linen cloth on the table and a single candle. Next to it, a magnificent red rose has bloomed to full capacity, standing tall in a translucent vase.
Honor slides into one side of the booth and I into the other until we come around and our thighs touch. Honor immediately lifts her delectable ass, leans over, and sniffs the rose on the table, humming low in the back of her throat. That sound calls out like a siren to my dick, giving me a semi. I grit my teeth and breathe slowly through my nose, calming the urge to take, rut, and claim this woman beside me.
Once she settles back down, I place my hand high on her thigh and give it a squeeze. She doesn’t say anything or attempt to move it, thank God. I have to touch her. The urge is overwhelming.
Efficiently, she removes her scarf and slides off her blazer, setting it over the hook next to the booth. The top she’s wearing underneath catches my eye. It has cutouts running from the shoulder down to her wrist. It’s whimsical, pretty, and looks great on her. Especially the deep, plunging scoop neck that gives me a healthy eyeful of her sinful tits. Hot damn, they look good enough to eat. My mouth waters at the sight of the pillowed globes, and I know I’d give my eyeteeth if I could take a single bite…or ten. Instead, I lift up my hand and bite down on my knuckle.
Fuck, this woman is going to kill me with blue balls, and we haven’t even made it through our first date. More reason to never date and just get to the filthy parts. The part where I slam her up against my bedroom wall and put my hands all over her while my mouth is busy with her sizeable rack.
I grip my hand into a fist and clear my throat, once more trying my damnedest to calm the lustful beast inside, the one dying to get out and play.
“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look this evening? That color looks amazing on you.” I dip my gaze down to her chest again. It’s like I can’t stop. They’re calling out my name, begging for attention. Inherently, I know it’s a douche move, but it’s like she’s put them on display for my eyes only. Bravely, I force my gaze to hers.
Her entire face lights up at my compliment. “Thank you. I got this while shopping with Grace.”
I chuckle and place my elbow on the table to lean more fully into her space. I want her feeling, smelling, and seeing as much of me as she’ll allow. “Gracie is good at many things; shopping is high on the list. I usually employ her help with buying birthday and Christmas presents for the family.”
Her eyes sparkle when I speak. “You mentioned you have another sister who’s having a baby?”
I grin and rub the pad of my thumb along my bottom lip. Her gaze goes there, watching every movement. Mission accomplished. I close my eyes and sigh, reminding myself to be good.
“Yeah, Dawn. She just announced it last weekend at family dinner night.”
“Are you excited?” She fiddles with the menu.
“We all are. It’s the first in our family, so it’s a big deal.”
“How many are in your family?”
Oh boy, now there’s a loaded question. “My mother, Josephine, and my father, Sal, had six of us. I’m the only boy.”
Her doe eyes widen so large, they remind me of one of those squeeze dolls where you squash the body and the eyes poke out of the head.
“You have five sisters!”
“Yes, ma’am. All younger.”
“Wow. That must be something.”
“Something else!” I quip, and she giggles. Her laughter is music to my ears.
The waiter comes over and asks what we’d like to order.
“Do you mind if I order for us?” I ask, knowing what are absolutely the best,
