15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
WYATT
Sitting across from Angie in my favorite restaurant had me more excited than anything I’d experienced with any other woman. Her love for food was perfection. She popped a piece of fried clam in her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring the taste, and I wasso glad I suggested trying them as an appetizer.
Would she look entranced like that when she took my cock into her mouth?
Fuck. I needed to think about something else. If not, there was no way I was getting up from my seat without it being obvious exactly what I was thinking about.
“What do you do in Boston?” she asked as she reached for another piece of fried clam.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, for work.”
I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t quite sure how to answer her question. Would she judge me? But I promised honesty.
“I don’t work.”
Her brows shot to her hairline. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t need to work.” I smirked at the confusion marring her face. “My parents left me enough money that I would likely never need an actual job. I invest a lot of it. I’m on the board of two different charities, and I manage all aspects of the business side of the hotel now. But I don’t work.”
I didn’t see judgment on her face, but shock was definitely there. She blinked a few times before finally shaking her head. “I don’t think I could do that. Doesn’t it get boring?”
I shrugged. “Sometimes. But I try to fill my time with things I enjoy or that I’m good at.”
“I guess it would be nice to have the freedom to do that.”
She moaned around the food in her mouth, and I smirked.
“I could watch you eat all night, you know.”
She froze and raised a brow. “Watch me eat?”
“Yeah. It’s sexy as hell.”
“I highly doubt that.”
Sometimes I forgot how unaware she was of her own sex appeal. I made sure I was safe to stand before getting up and moving to sit next to her in the booth. We were in the back corner against the far wall of the restaurant, so, luckily, we had plenty of privacy.
I grabbed her hand and placed it on my crotch. “All from watching you eat.”
Her adorable giggle had my dick jumping against her hand, and her breath hitched again. I expected her to yank her hand away, but instead, she cupped me through my pants, and I fucking almost lost it.
“Don’t tease me.” I leaned close to her ear and held her hand tight in mine.
She smirked, looking up at me. “And what if I don’t listen?”
I let go of her hand, leaving it in my lap, and moved mine to her bare leg. Trailing it up under her dress, I paused halfway up her thigh. “Two can play that game if that’s what you want.”
“You make me feel sexy, Wyatt.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “It’s not something I’m used to.”
“Well, you should be.” Painfully slowly, I inched my hand farther up. “Any man who hasn’t made you feel like a queen he’s worshipping isn’t doing it right.” Dying to touch her, I couldn’t stop my hand from drifting up her smooth skin, my pinky brushing along her panties. “The first time we’re together, you’re going to sit on my face, and I’m going to show you exactly how a man should make you feel.”
She gasped, and her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as I trailed my pinky finger along the outside of the lace material. The waiter approached the table, and she shifted under my touch. I gripped her thigh, preventing her from moving away from me as the server asked if we were ready to order.
I nodded. “I’ll take the veal parmigiana.” I moved my finger back and forth along the same path from a moment ago, eliciting a slight shiver from her, and glanced at her with a smirk. “What did you decide you wanted?”
Her cheeks held a hint of pink as I continued teasing her with the tip of my finger, and heat radiated off her in waves. Her gaze was locked on the menu in front of her, and her chest rose and fell as she attempted to control her breathing.
I paused and moved my finger away, giving her a moment to focus and order her food. As she pulled herself together and ordered, stumbling through the process, I held back the laugh that bubbled up.
“I hate you,” she mumbled once the waiter stepped away again.
“I think you liked that.” I leaned closer to her and lowered my voice another octave. “I’d bet your panties are soaking wet right now.”
“Don’t get too cocky there.” She smirked at me. “I don’t sleep with guys on the first date.”
“I distinctly remember you saying you would have let me fuck you on Saturday if I hadn’t stopped it.”
She shrugged. “Maybe. But now you might have to work for it.” She pulled her lip between her teeth as she fought a smile.
Her words were teasing, but I wanted her to know I wasn’t taking it lightly either. “I’m okay with that. I plan on showing you I’m serious. And as much as I’m dying to taste you, to feel you grip my cock and scream out my name, I want to take it slow. To make sure you know that’s not all I want.”
She searched my face, and I struggled to tell if she believed my words or not. I removed my hand from under her dress and positioned my arm around her shoulders instead.
She sighed and melted into my side, laying her head on my shoulder. “What about Boston?” Her words held a hint of trepidation.
“What about it?”
“You said that’s been your home?” She paused before adding, “Would you live here full time or split your time between here and there?”
I swallowed but reminded myself that she wanted honesty. “I would have to travel to Boston for meetings here and there. But here with you would be my home.”
She was so quiet I was nervous I’d said the wrong thing.
“I like the sound of that.”
I smiled, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too.”
This felt so right, and I was kicking myself for not realizing it when I kissed her Saturday night. But she was here now, in my arms, and I wanted to make every moment with her count.
Be all the things I thought she deserved but never thought I could be.