26. Amber
AMBER
J eff wearing a collared shirt and jacket did things to me I didn’t expect.
His broad shoulders filled the material perfectly and I wanted to run my fingers up and down his body for hours without stopping.
He’d even shaved and looked so good I had a hard time focusing on the delicious Italian food.
He glanced up at me, humor in his eyes, and smirked. “You’re staring at me.”
“You look gorgeous. You should wear stuff like that more often.” I gulped and took a long swig of water. The temperatures were still cold outside, but in the small corner of the restaurant, I was overheating. “It’s dangerous.”
“We wanna talk about dangerous.” He stopped and darted his gaze to the low dip of my dress. “You in stockings and that dress. I meant it when I said we could order take-in and just get naked immediately.”
“It’s good for you to wait.” I grinned and ran my tongue over my lip. He followed the movement and his entire jaw tensed. A thrill went through me. This is easy, the flirting and teasing.
“I disagree but whatever,” he quipped, adding on a wink at the end. He took another bite of his pasta and gave me a long look. “What’s next for you? The article is coming together and you’ll be able to use it for your senior project. What’s after?”
“Hm, great question.” I’d thought about what was next, in the back of my mind, but never verbalized it to myself or any other person. But Jeff’s face was so intent on my answer, a light smile playing on his lips, I found myself blabbing. “Investigative journalism woke me up.”
“Yeah? What do you mean?”
“The past four weeks…I haven’t felt a thrill like this before in any of my classwork.
The research and questioning were intense and even going undercover at times.
” My voice rose with excitement. “It gave me a purpose that I was lacking. Graduation doesn’t seem as scary now. It sounds cheesy, I know.”
“No,” he said, covering my hand with his. “This article could help you make a name for yourself beyond this campus. If it gets into the hands of the right people, it could go viral.”
I hadn’t thought of that and I dazed off in thought. Viral? My family will see it and everyone would know I turned on family? I shook the thought away. This was bigger than my uncle and me. “It would help me get into grad school if I go that route. Hell, maybe even help me get a job.”
“You want to go to grad school?” His eyes lit up and he leaned closer to me. He did that often, positioned himself closer to me when I spoke. It was endearing.
“I’m toying with the idea. Majoring in communication is fine, but I never chose a focus. Again, I coasted by hoping something would work out.”
“And it did.” He smiled and held up his wine glass. “You busted your ass and impressed me a million different ways during this. Cheers to you, Amber.”
He held eye contact when I hit my water glass with his and felt his stare all the way to my heart.
Tender. Care. Love. All those emotions swirled in his eyes and a nervous sweat formed on my forehead.
Are we moving too fast? Is this real? He cleared his throat and replaced the warm look with a flirty one.
“Along the theme of celebrating you, I’d like to say it has been amazing to watch your confidence grow in the bedroom. ”
“Jeff,” I warned, but he ignored it.
“You’re a real badass, Amber, and I’m glad I decided to come yell at you that day.”
“Oh, are you?” I said sarcastically. We both laughed and he leaned over to press a kiss to my cheek. I almost melted off the booth at his gesture and blinked up at him. “What was that for?”
“You’ve kinda snuck your way into my life. I didn’t want you there at first but now, I want to keep you in it.”
I blushed so hard at his words, I had to look down at the table. “You’re being awful swoony tonight. Makes a girl feel a lot of things.”
“Is wet one of them?”
“Find out yourself, handsome,” I fired back. His face froze and I chuckled. The sentimental words made me unsure of how to respond but his comment about my sexuality was true. I had grown more confident and I brought my foot up to his crotch and teased him. “I like making you suffer sometimes.”
“I know,” he grunted and reached under the table to feel my pantyhose.
He’d asked numerous times if they were the same ones from before—with the hole—but I refused to answer.
The tablecloth hid his hand from anyone else and he trailed his finger up my thigh and paused.
I didn’t stop him and he scooted closer. “Amber,” he said with a groan.
“You’ve been asking all night. Find out yourself.” I forced myself to remain still and to not show anything on my face as he brought his finger closer and closer to the center of my legs. Not only did I wear the same stockings, it was all I wore underneath the dress.
He hissed when he found the hole and let out a long cuss word when he realized I was commando. “Oh, Christ .”
I smirked but the smile fell from my lips when he slid one finger inside me, clearly not giving a damn we were sitting in a public restaurant. “Jeff,” I warned, but he didn’t stop. “Wh-what…”
“You’re playing with fire, babe. God, you are wet. Is it from what I said?”
“Y-yes.” I bit down on my lip hard to prevent myself from moaning as he moved his finger in and out. His face gave nothing away. The only indication he felt anything was his quickened breathing and flared nostrils. “I like teasing you.”
“I’ve noticed.” He slid a second finger inside and found a steady rhythm. “So did you enjoy the food?”
“Uh-huh.” I held on to the table top, trying to calm my breathing. He moved closer and used his other hand to grab his wine glass. His throat bobbed when he swallowed and I had never been so turned on in my entire life. “How can… How can you act so normal?”
“Am I acting normal?” he said in a husky, dangerous tone. “I’m on edge, Amber. If I got up, everyone in this place would see my dick straining against my pants.”
I whimpered and he gave me a wicked grin. He stared intently at me when he added his thumb against my clit, swirling and flicking it just the way I liked. My body tensed with anticipation of the orgasm he would surely give me in public, but he stopped. “Hm?”
“You’re so beautiful, Amber.” He kissed my forehead and raised his other hand to grab our waitress’ attention. “I don’t want you getting off in a restaurant where anyone can see you. I want hours with you tonight.”
I couldn’t respond. My body shook with a taut desperation, almost to the point of pain when he denied my orgasm.
The waitress appeared with the check and Jeff threw a couple twenties on the table in a hurry.
His hand remained under the table and he carefully removed it from beneath my clothes. “Are we leaving?”
“You bet your fine ass we are.” He took my hand and dragged me from the booth. “You were done eating, right?”
I laughed at his frantic pace and he almost picked me up to run to the car with me. “Jeff, you’re acting insane.”
“Am I?” He stopped and pressed my back against the restaurant wall.
It was just us, on a cold February night, and something about it was magical.
He looked back and forth between my eyes, as if unsure of what he wanted to say, before he whispered in the softest tone, “I can’t get enough of you, Henderson. It’s driving me insane.”
Then he kissed me. He claimed my mouth and turned any resolve I had into mush. I clung to his jacket when he slid his tongue inside my mouth, tasting and exploring it. He moaned into my mouth and I had never felt so drunk on being wanted. “Jeff, let’s go home.”
He grinned and bit my lip playfully before grabbing my hand and running to his parked car. He almost tossed me into the passenger seat and I had to yell at him to be careful. “Just want to get home and pleasure my woman.”
I’m his woman?
Does that make him my man?
He kept a hand on my leg the entire drive back and he didn’t ask if we were going to his place or mine. He parked in his driveway and waited for me before picking me up. “Jeff! Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Please, Henderson. Don’t insult my muscles.” He opened the front door and stopped us on the bottom of the stairs for a soul-searing kiss. “Are you still tight and ready for me?”
“You got me on the brink of an orgasm at the restaurant before stopping. It was a bit cruel,” I joked, but a line formed between his eyebrows. “You need to make up for it.”
“How do you want your orgasms, then?” he asked in a deadly serious tone.
“Mm, I like options,” I said, already backing up the stairs to his bedroom. He followed and I started removing an item of clothing on each stair. First it was my heels, then my jacket. “Watch me undress right there.”
He gulped and nodded. His grip on the banister was almost white and I took my time undoing the halter of my dress.
I let it slide down my body and pool at my feet so I stood there in nothing but the stockings and a flimsy see-through bra.
I sat down on the top stair and spread my legs—his eyes almost bulged out of his head and he begged for me. “Please, let me touch you.”
If I could get that on a recording and listen to it every day for the rest of my life, I’d be happy.
I nodded and Jeff pounced. His hands and mouth were everywhere, pleasuring me and giving me what he’d promised at the restaurant.
It took no time for him to bring me to orgasm with just his fingers and I arched my back, crying out his name when he brought his tongue into action.
“Will two orgasms satisfy you enough?”
“Mm, let’s find out.”