Chapter 16 #2
“I like you, a lot. I have a lot of understanding as well as patience. I never experienced wanting someone as bad as I do you. I can lay out my red flags like my need to control and how I feel super possessive of you… you could get mad and tell after this wonderful dinner that you think we should go no further, and I would force myself to accept it. But I know it’ll stumble me because like I said a couple of seconds ago I want you bad.
Not only do I want you, I like hearing your voice, seeing you smile and talk to me about your tea blends.
I like hearing you talk softly to Princess and your excitement about your future within motherhood.
It’s beyond sexual, it’s this yearning inside of me that wants to see you in my personal space in your own element.
I already pictured myself taking away your worries.
Doesn’t matter if it’s financial, physical or mental.
Aubry is a problem, not for me but for you.
He will be taken care of if he gets out of line and I catch wind of it…
you need to become more understanding to when a real man sees a woman that he wants to make life easier for.
You don’t fight him on it, because then you’ll just be making shit harder on yourself. ”
Stunned, I eyed Bleu like he had two heads. Without us ordering dinner, two waitressed approached us with big trays of food. I eyed some of the plates and held in my moan of appreciation. Bleu must’ve already ordered dinner for us ahead of time.
“Tell me you understand what I just said.” Bleu’s voice rose above the noise of the plates being placed in front of us.
I lifted my gaze from the fresh seafood and roasted vegetables plate and locked eyes with him.
“I understand a hundred percent, Bleu.”
“Good.” He smirked and thanked the waitresses before they walked away.
“Come sit in my lap, I want us to feed each other.” He smirked at me mischievously.
I hesitated for a heartbeat; the vibrant aroma of the different dishes swirled between us.
Still, his intensity was impossible to ignore, and the sparkle of challenge in his eyes almost dared me to refuse.
I gathered my courage from the depths of me.
I pushed my chair back and stood. I stood in front of him and swooned from the feeling of his warm hand as he guided me gently onto his lap.
His arms wrapped around my waist, steady and certain, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all night.
The intimacy of it all was overwhelming yet so satisfying, I melted against him. The rooftop had gone completely quiet besides the whisper of the wind. I eyed the crowded table with nothing but mouthwatering food and shifted in Bleu’s lap nervously.
Was I too heavy? My goodness, I can feel the thickness of his dick and it’s not even hard!
Bleu leaned forward, picked up a fork and speared a piece of grilled fish. The steam curled upward before he blew on it. The scent of lemon and butter drifted up my nose. He lifted the fork towards my mouth, and I almost forgot how to breathe again.
“Try it, baby.” He murmured.
I opened my mouth just enough for him to push it smoothly into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the taste as I chewed slowly. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me carefully but focused.
“It’s good.” I said above a whisper.
He nodded once, then stabbed at the fish once more.
“Why don’t you have a car?” He asked.
Bleu dipped the fish into butter then brought it back up to my lips. My spine stiffened at the question. I couldn’t answer that, because I didn’t want to ruin the night by mentioning Aubry’s name.
“Never mind and thanks for not mentioning that boy again. We will talk about it later, and I’ll fix that too.”
I was relieved that he didn’t press me to answer the question.
Aubry was a baby daddy from hell who had dedicated a lot of his time doing stupid shit to stumble me.
I gave up on having a car a year ago when things kept going wrong with it.
My dad had bought me a brand-new Acura that I fell in love with.
Aubry didn’t like the idea of me having a car, so magically my tires kept getting flattened.
He did something to the engine as well because it stopped running.
“Your turn.” He handed me the fork.
I swallowed the mouthful of food that he fed me and eyed the many dishes in front of me. Steak…every man loves it. I smiled. I picked up a steak knife and carefully cut a nice square piece. I eyed the roasted veggies and potatoes that surrounded it and cut small pieces of that too.
“Do you like to taste multiple things at once?” I asked.
Bleu’s smile reached his eyes before he nodded his head yes.
I don’t know why that excited me. It was probably because I enjoyed mixing my food to see how it tasted combined.
I stabbed the steak, veggies, and potato and dipped it in steak sauce before lifting it to him.
He leaned forward slightly; eyes still locked on mine and took a bite.
We kept going back and forth, one bite for me, one for him.
It was rhythmic, filled with so much passion which caused me to choke on emotions.
I felt full, aware and seen. It was the fact that he took time out of his busy schedule to plan this night just for the two of us to connect and get to know each other better.
I blinked fast to rid myself of tears that dared to spill.
I cursed myself when they fell anyway. Bleu noticed, quietly his fingertips brushed my heavy tear drops away.
“I’m sorry, this just feels so good.”
No one’s ever treated or talked to me the way that you do…
I appreciated the silence that followed as he continued to wipe at my tears.
“It’s going to continue to feel good.” He pecked my cheek.
“You so damn smooth, I swear you think you slick.” I giggled.
The warmth of his laugh spread across my skin. I felt pleased to get him to laugh, it felt like I lightened the mood.
“As slick as that pussy baby.” He licked his bottom lip. “It’s time for dessert.”