“I’ll order for you.”
Mark watched as Ruby put down her menu. When they’d gone for Thai food on Sunday night, it had been a normal dinner. They’d talked, they’d laughed. They hadn’t been kinky. He couldn’t remember when he’d spent so much normal time with anyone who wasn’t in his band or part of his DNA.
And yet he’d been pensive ever since the conversation about settling down. If she’d come right out and demanded that he put her first, it would have made it so easy to walk away. But it was more than obvious that settling down with “someone like him” was the last thing on Ruby’s mind, which should have been a good thing. It should have freed Mark to enjoy his time with her before he walked away.
So why hadn’t it? The very fact that she wasn’t asking him for anything made him want to give her everything.
Now they were having a late lunch near Ghirardelli Square. It was three, and at this in-between time of day on a Thursday, they were the only patrons in the restaurant.
Twisting in the booth to face her, he took a fallen lock of her hair in his hand and played with the silky strands. Just think about today. She’d put her hair up in some kind of clip thing, and it was simple for him to unclasp it. She watched his face as he combed out her hair with his fingers, her lids lowering slightly each time he tugged gently. She was so fucking reactive, so trusting of him, so…
Perfect.
He wrapped a silky lock around his finger. She looked at him, ready for any signal he’d give her. It was that trust that floored him, made his blood rush hot. When she looked at him like that he knew it would be easy to lose control, to forget he was in charge.
Leaning toward her, he nipped her earlobe, addicted to that gasp she made when he did it just right. He kissed her temple as he twisted her hair tight. When he pulled back he was satisfied to see the flush on her skin, the sharp rise and fall of her chest.
And he was hard. His cock was throbbing underneath the table. He wanted to take her, right there in the booth. He wanted to feel her pussy, wet and tight around his cock; he wanted to take her nipple into his mouth and taste her skin. He wanted to bite her, listen to her scream his name as she came.
He swallowed. “I love that you wore a skirt today. Did you do that for me, doll?”
She looked up through those dark lashes of hers, flirty. “Maybe.”
“Good girl.”
His blood was pounding. Every muscle in his body was tense, strained. He’d topped a lot of girls, but he’d never fought this hard to keep it together.
“Cakebread 2006 Sauvignon Blanc. Would you like to taste, sir?”
Mark slowly turned toward the waiter; he’d totally missed the man’s approach. He cleared his throat. “My guest would like to taste the wine.”
“As you wish.” He poured a tiny amount of the golden liquid into an oversized wineglass. Ruby took a sip and nodded her approval.
After the waiter had filled both their glasses and left, Mark turned back to her. She was looking at him expectantly. Her eyes wide and full of want. For him.
His balls tightened, and he wondered if he had it in him to wait.
With a deep breath he picked up the small bag of chocolate they’d bought earlier at Ghirardelli Square. She’d brought him to the square on Sunday, during their mini San Francisco tour, and it was easy to tell that it was Ruby’s favorite spot in the city. The scent of chocolate swirled through the air, and Ruby had closed her eyes in ecstasy, a look Mark wanted to see on her face more often.
Now, he felt her gaze on his hands as he took out a bar of chocolate and unwrapped it. He broke off a piece and brought it to her lips.
Her eyes were wide as he slowly pushed the piece of chocolate into her mouth. He followed the chocolate with his finger, sliding into her mouth until the pad of his finger rested on her tongue. He could feel the chocolate melting, warm and silky against his skin.
She started to suck.
Lust blasted through him, landing deep in his gut, where it throbbed like a bass drum.
“Pretend it’s my cock in your mouth. Show me what you’d do.”
The pink flush that stained her cheeks made him burn. Her gaze locked onto his as she drew his entire finger into her mouth, slid him over her tongue, sucking him until the base of his knuckles hit her lips.
The chocolate was gone now, melted. Kind of like his restraint was threatening to do. He was so fucking hard, his erection throbbed painfully, every muscle in his body tight. She continued to suck him, taste him. Her eyes were dark and glittery, and he knew she was getting off on it. Knew she was wet for him.
He wanted to feel that wetness; he wanted to bend her over the table and bury himself inside her.