Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
The server sidled up to our table, a little too eager to take our dessert order. His eyes had lingered appreciatively on Cecily one too many times over the evening, his gaze skimming just a beat too long over the soft curves of her shoulders and the graceful line of her neck.
This time, they dropped lower, and something hot and possessive flared inside me. Irritation rose within me as I shifted closer to her side, my thigh brushing intentionally against hers.
I settled my arm along the back of her chair, leaning subtly into her space, making it abundantly clear exactly who she belonged to. When I locked eyes on the server, I let every ounce of my lethal intent slip into my expression. My gaze was cold and unflinching, silently warning him exactly where the line was. And how severely he’d fucked up by crossing it.
His eyes widened, his confident smile instantly dropping from his face, replaced by something close to terror. He swallowed visibly and hurriedly scribbled down our order, his hand shaking slightly as he backed away without another glance in Cecily’s direction.
Cecily stared at me, her brows arched high in surprised curiosity. A faint pink flushed her cheeks, and her lips parted in a way that made my heart kick beneath my ribs.
“What was that?” she asked, clearly both intrigued and amused.
I shrugged, not bothering to hide the possessive heat that simmered beneath my tone. “He was looking a little too long at something that doesn’t belong to him.”
Her eyes widened even more, heat coloring her cheeks as she stared at me in open surprise, clearly not expecting me to say something so blatant.
“Yours?” she asked, her voice taking on a sassy edge that had my blood heating even further.
I leaned closer, holding her gaze firmly.
“Mine,” I confirmed, the word carrying an unshakable certainty.
Before she could respond, a female server approached our table, carrying our desserts. The server placed Cecily’s bowl of ice cream carefully in front of her, then slid a slice of pie my way. But when she set the plate in front of me, her gaze dropped to my lips, and her smile tilted into something flirtatious as her eyes skimmed appreciatively over the rest of me.
Cecily stiffened, then released an audible harrumph, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the server. Her reaction was clearly involuntary, sending a wave of fierce satisfaction through me.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest, and when Cecily blushed deeply in embarrassment at her own display of jealousy, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “I like that you’re jealous, baby. Just means I belong to you, too.”
Cecily’s eyes softened, her expression turning quietly wistful, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she reached for her dessert, carefully scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and letting the sweetness distract her. I barely touched mine, my focus entirely on her as I watched her savor the treat, every movement she made captivating me.
Heat twisted in my gut, images flashing through my mind of her sweet mouth sliding over my cock, the taste of ice cream mingling with her warmth as I explored every inch of her skin, and the soft moans that would escape her as I sank deep inside her again and again. The thought had my body tightening, my cock hardening to a nearly unbearable ache as desire hardened my cock.
When Cecily finished her dessert—thank fuck—she glanced up, her cheeks flushed lightly, clearly aware of the intensity of my stare. I didn’t bother hiding it—my gaze was possessive and heated, promising her exactly what was on my mind.
“Let’s go, baby.”
Since the club owned the restaurant, I didn’t need to wait around for the bill. So I rose slowly and reached for her hand, threading my fingers gently through hers as we walked out of the restaurant.
Her palm fit perfectly in mine, and I tightened my grip slightly, my thumb brushing the soft skin along the back of her hand.
The sexual tension in the SUV was thick enough to choke on. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening as I tried to keep my eyes locked on the road instead of on Cecily. But every nerve ending in my body was painfully aware of her.
The faint scent of her perfume drifted toward me, mingled with something softer that was all Cecily. It drove my pulse into a relentless rhythm beneath my skin.
I shifted uncomfortably, adjusting my grip on the wheel as I fought back the nearly unbearable ache of my cock pressing insistently against my jeans. I tried to focus on anything besides how incredibly sexy she was and how much I wanted her right now. But she shifted in the passenger seat, drawing my attention toward her again.
Her movement was subtle—innocent, even—but the impact hit me like a damn freight train. Cecily crossed one leg slowly over the other, the delicate fabric of her skirt sliding up, baring most of her toned thighs. The sight of her smooth, golden skin made my jaw tighten. My blood heated instantly, and my restraint frayed at the edges as my imagination took a heated detour, envisioning my hands sliding beneath that tantalizingly short skirt.