Once my laughter is under control, I glance up, and my breath quickly leaves me. Those intense, green eyes are alive with more than just lust and desire. Want and need shine back at me, and I lick my lips, feeling the sexual tension, becoming stronger between us. At any moment, the thin line that keeps him at a distance is going to snap, and I find myself no longer hungry for food.
I begin to pant, as his gaze starts to wander down, and it’s like I can feel him touching me. Everywhere his eyes land, it’s like a sweet caress. When those green eyes meet mine again, my entire body tingles with awareness. I can’t seem to look away, even though I know I should. He hasn’t given me permission to look at him so openly, but at the same time, I sense he wants me to. It’s strange that I think I already know what he wants from me, and it’s also confusing, knowing it contradicts my lessons with Kendra.
But I’m glad I don’t look away, since he fully turns towards me, and then takes a step closer. I ache to reach out and touch him, but I refuse to do so. Instead, I’m rewarded with a heated glance, and a tender touch that starts at my collar bone. His finger slowly slides down into the v of my dress, as does his gaze.
“I like this dress on you,” he claims in a deep and husky tone.
It’s a simple, thin strapped cocktail dress that I bought a while back. I’d forgotten about it, since I rarely go out anywhere to wear it. The v is not only in the front, but the back as well. The one in the back is so far down, I can’t wear a bra with it.
So naturally, I had to wear it tonight.
Sebastian takes another step towards me, and he’s inches away from me and my mouth. I desperately wish he would lean down and take my lips, but he doesn’t. He holds still, as if he wants me to crave it more than I already do. The longer he denies me, the harder I pant, and the faster my heart races. I’m already soaking wet, and the lust is starting to blur any rational thought from my mind.
“There is one more thing needed to make tonight’s meal even better,” he says, as his hand travels down to my thigh. His hand slowly begins to move up, taking the bottom of my dress with it. Desire rushes through me, and I can’t seem to think about anything else.
He drags the moment out, when I know where he’s going. A part of me wants to rush him, but the other part, is curious. “I’m taking these, since you don’t need them anymore,” he states, as he slowly slides my panties down my legs. I step out of them without a command from him, and as soon as I do, he sticks them in his front pocket.
Sebastian gives me one last heated glance, before backing away. The disappointment must be written on my face, and it’s rightfully so. I’m so ready for him, wishing he would do something more to take the edge off.
“Tonight’s about control, Trixie.” Sudden realization dawns on me. He did say the next time we were together, he would teach me about control.
I blankly stare at him, as he turns back towards our dinner. “Control is needed to reach the greatest pleasure. When you learn to control your urges or your orgasm,” he stops, as he turns around, holding the pan of lamb and potatoes. “The pleasure you’ll receive is exquisite.”
My mind is reeling, because I can’t fathom why or how anyone can control their own orgasms. But I’m beginning to trust Sebastian fully, and what he says, sounds like it’ll be worth it. “Come. Sit at the table with me.”
On command, I follow behind him. He quickly sets the food down onto the table, and then pulls out a chair for me. I smile, liking his manners. Once he’s seated to my right, he grabs the white plate in front of me, and then begins to pile food on top. He doesn’t even bother to do the same for himself, until I begin to eat.
With the first bite, I moan, letting all the flavors of the lamb coat my tongue. I’ve always enjoyed food, but this is by far the best lamb I’ve ever tasted. Glancing over to him, he has humor laced in his gaze.
“This is delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”
He pours us both a glass of red wine, as he says, “I learned everything I know from my mama.” He takes a bite of his food, and once he’s done chewing, he adds, “My family owned a butcher’s shop, so we always had the freshest meat. Mama loved to cook, and I was always by her side, learning and helping whenever I could.”
Hearing about his family warms my heart. It sounds, as if he had a great childhood, and I soak up the information, like a sponge. I want to get to know the man beside me, and not just in a sexual way. A warning starts to go off in the back of my mind, but I push it away, happy to hear him talk. He goes on to talk about learning to cook, and the more he talks, the more the ache between my legs grows.
Taking a big drink of the wine, it seems odd that hearing him talk about himself would turn me on so much, but I can’t deny what my body is feeling. Not to mention, the absence of my panties is like a blaring red sign. Every time I move or cross my legs, it sends a rush of need throughout my entire body.
I try to ignore what my body is literally screaming me at to do, but
