Chapter 15 #2
“Well I suppose that depends on whether you’re a starters or a dessert man.
You see, I am a dessert girl, I can’t help but want something sweet.
That being said if the place was offering a sharing platter for a starter and I hadn’t eaten all day then I would most definitely consume all three courses. ”
He leans forward onto his elbows, a smile playing across his lips. “And what would be your choice today as they do in fact have a sharing platter?”
“Truthfully?” I ask.
He nods. “Give it to me.”
Jesus Christ I’m going to be replaying those words in my head later tonight while Big Bertha does her thing.
I clear my throat. “Well, I made sure I ate something at around 4 pm so that I wouldn’t be starving hungry and would then probably order something that is delicate and lady-like so that you wouldn’t think I was a fat cow that stuffs her face,” I tell him truthfully. He throws his head back and laughs.
“Seriously?” he questions. I nod confirming. “Do all women do this because it would make sense why every date I’ve been on every woman has ordered some sort of bloody salad,” he points out.
“Firstly, all the women. I mean what kind of serial dater are you? Secondly, I can’t confirm all women because some are weird and enjoy a leafy bow of plants but yes. I think I can speak for the majority,” I answer.
“Five,” he answers.
“Five what?’ I ask confused.
“Five women, that’s how many I’ve dated,” he admits.
“Well then, I shall be your first because I have a real hankering for steak.” I wink.
He leans back in his chair casually. His thumb and index finger runs along his sharp stubbled jawline. “How do you take it?” he asks.
Anyway you’ll fucking give to me, I think to myself. “That’s an ambiguous question.” I bite my bottom lip attempting to flirt.
He lets out a soft chuckle and shrugs. “I will let you answer however you interpret the question.”
“I like my steak medium, another answer would be I take it however it is given to me.” I murmur the last part before sipping my drink.
Jack doesn’t react, so I don’t think he heard me which I am thankful for. We order our food and conversation flows nicely. He tells me that he is head of his department, that he was born in Surrey, he’s a dog person. Oh and he once tried to impress a girl by burping the alphabet.
I order a chocolate orange torte with whipped cream for dessert, he just orders an irish coffee. I take one spoonful of the torte and close my eyes and moan. “Oh my god.”
Jack’s eyes heat. “You got some on your bottom lip,” he points out.
Before I can reach for the napkin he leans across the table.
His hands cup my face and he places his lips on mine, kissing me.
I am a little stunned, that is until his tongue lightly caresses my bottom lip, licking off the apparent chocolate orange torte.
A high pitched whimper escapes from my mouth.
Jack smiles before he places another soft kiss.
He sits back in his chair smiling, all the while I am sat there rigid.
“You’re right, that torte is delicious,” he teases.
Who is this guy? I thought he would be all nervous and a hot geeky doctor but instead he’s like a smoking hot doctor that has some smooth moves. “Do you want to come back to my place?” I blurt out, looking anywhere but at him, my cheeks heating.
Jack coughs out a laugh. “Christ. I was not expecting that.”
Shit, shit, shit. What am I doing? I’m such an idiot! He’s going to think I’m a slut. “I’m not a slag,” I state.
“I nev –” He tries to answer but I cut him off.
“I haven’t had sex since before Hope, well the guy that was Hope’s father.
It’s been a long time,” I blurt out. Oh my god, now he’s going to think I’m a desperate slag!
Apparently even my own internal monologue can’t stop me from saying stupid shit so I continue.
“I mean, I’m not desperate. I could sleep with anyone if I really wanted.
I just haven’t wanted to. Not that I’m going to sleep with you just because I’ve invited you back to mine.
I have coffee, I have wine, vodka –” I’m cut off now as Jack has lent across the table and taken hold of my chin, lifting my face and forcing me to look at him.
“Neve, I would love to come back to yours, and I don’t think you’re a slut and no, I don’t expect sex, but wine would be good.” He smiles.
I appear to have lost brain function at his close proximity, all I can think about is wanting to suck on his thumb that currently rests on my chin.
My tongue trails along my bottom lip just thinking about it, his gaze follows.
The air surrounding us seems to crackle with tension, you know like you see in the movies.
The who will make the next move? Will it be a soft kiss or a frenzied rough and passionate kiss?
I’m disappointed that it’s neither. He places a soft kiss upon my forehead, before sitting back in his seat and calling for the bill.
My poor hoo-ha whimpers, I mean it’s been so long it’s any wonder she hasn’t withered up and died.
This is the most male interaction I have had in forever and the old girl is just getting a little over excited.
He pays for the meal and we leave with his hand placed on my lower back as he escorts me to his car.
I don’t think, or maybe it’s my hoo-ha doing the thinking for me.
I spin around to face him and grabbing the shirt of his collar I reach up on my toes and slam my lips onto his. “Ow,” he murmurs through my lips.
I step back, covering my face with my hands. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I am so sorry,” I apologise, looking up at him. His index finger runs along his lower lip. “I just, I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t want to kiss you,” I ramble.
“You didn’t want to kiss me?” he asks, taking a step towards me. I step back, holding up my hands in an apologetic surrender.
“Well, no. I didn’t mean I didn’t want to kiss you. I mean I didn’t mean to kiss you,” I rush out, feeling flustered.
He steps forward again and I step back. “So you did want to kiss me, but it was accidental?” He smiles before his tongue licks his bottom lip.
“I er, um, I don’t know,” I answer honestly, because what can I say? Sorry I kissed you my hoo-ha is just slightly over excited. That I’m so horny I would just take a good finger bang right now. I mean, no one really finger bangs anymore. They haven’t since the 90’s.
He steps forward again and I step back until I can’t go anywhere with my back pressed up against his car, his body caging me in.
“Neve, look at me,” he orders and I force my eyes to look up into his.
“Let’s try again. Maybe just give me a yes or no answer.
Do you want to kiss me?” he asks, leaning in so close his lips hover over mine.
I swallow nervously. “Yes,” I whisper.
He smiles, bringing his hand up to cup my face.
“Right fucking answer,” he states before his lips take me to heaven.
Yes, it’s a bold statement to make but the way his lips are caressing mine, his plump, soft yet powerful kisses.
His tongue sweeps teasingly against mine, I can’t help but whimper.
His kiss is soft yet demanding. If my hoo-ha was excited earlier by just his touch, I can’t tell you how excited she is right now.
My hands grip his shirt and I can’t help but bring my leg up, hooking it around him.
I feel his smile against me before he slows and breaks the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at me.
“That offer to come back to yours still available?”
I smile and nod eagerly. He laughs before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Get in,” he orders, pulling me forward and opening the passenger door.
I’m a fast learner and I don’t need telling twice.
I get in and he shuts the door before walking around to his side.
I can’t help but watch how he strides and of course his ass.