Cain's Darkness(31)

The waitress showed them to their seats, with a buck horned lamp hanging above the center of the table, and situated right by a fire that crackled softly. Despite the fact there was a rowdy group of men at the bar watching the game, this particular table was off to the side and more intimate. As much as he was trying to be a gentleman, none of this felt like him. After the waitress came and got their drink orders he leaned back and ran his fingers over the edge of the napkin. The waitress came back with a glass of white wine for Violet, and a draft beer for him. After they gave their order, the waitress left. He really didn’t need alcohol, but he also needed something to help calm him down a bit, because this was out of his element.

“I know you’re uncomfortable, but thank you for bringing me on a date tonight.” She smiled, and his fucking heart warmed at the sight. And like a dirty bastard the image of clearing the table and taking her on top of it flashed through his head over and over again.

She took a sip of her wine and set the glass down. “You’re looking kind of intense right now.” She smirked. If she really knew about what he was thinking, that he’d love to have her face down on his bed with her ass in the air and his handprints marring the big, round cheeks of her bottom in shades of pinks, she might run out of here. His cock jerked, and he practically felt his lust shoot out of him like a cannonball.

Violet licked her lips, and he knew she could read his thoughts by the expression on his face. “You’re insatiable, and others are looking,” she said but didn’t sound like she cared.

He grinned, leaned forward an inch, and rested his forearms on the table. The sight of her tongue moving along the swell of her bottom lip, licking at it like he imagined her doing to the head of his cock, had this low sound leaving him. He knew others close by had heard, knew by the fact they glanced his way and he spotted the action in his peripheral vision. Cain gripped the edge of the table, and flashed his teeth as he pictured just saying fuck it all and taking her home. Their faces were now only inches apart from each other.

“I’m not really the type of guy that gives a shit about what others think.”

She flashed a smile of her own. “I know, and I love you more because of it.”

Cain reached out and captured her hand in his. “I want to kiss you right now, even though people are probably watching.”

“You don’t care what others think, and neither do I.” Her voice was slightly breathy, but she stopped breathing all together when he lifted her hand to his mouth and ran his lips back and forth over her knuckles. He stared at her, and watched as her chest rose and fell with her increased respirations. Then he just went for it. He rose up slightly, grabbed the back of her neck, and planted his lips right on hers. He stroked her tongue with his, loved that she moaned softly, and finally he forced himself to pull away. The way she looked, lips parted, cheeks red, and eyes slightly glossy, told him he had put her in a good damn place.

But then the food came, and he was forced to be a gentleman. It wasn’t that hard, not when the woman he loved more than anything was animated across from him. He loved hearing her talk about her work, and about what she had done with her life since he had been locked up. He didn’t talk to her about his nine years inside the fucking hellhole that was his shackled home, didn’t want to bring himself or her to that place. He was content in just listening to her tell him about the life she’d led, despite everything that had gone down.

They were like that for another half hour, the scene fading around them as he was totally focused on his woman. The check came, but he wasn’t in a hurry, even if he was still fucking hard as rock for her. But then she grew quieter, looked down at her napkin, and he knew whatever she was going to say wasn’t something that would vibe well with their current atmosphere.

“I told Fallina about us, about how we’re together, and that I love you.”

He breathed out, thinking it would have been something bad. “I’m glad you told her. I spoke with her earlier today, and we talked about you, sweetheart.”

She looked up at him, and the smile she gave him twisted his fucking gut.

“I told her I didn’t know what in the hell I did to deserve a woman like you, because hell, I’m a damn asshole on the best of days, but that I’ll treat you like gold.”

Her smile widened.

“She’s worried about you being treated well, and I told her I’d rather slice my own hand off then hurt you.” He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “And I also told her I’d kill anyone that thought to take something from you that you weren’t willingly offering.” He knew his voice dropped down to a deadly level, and saw her swallow as she picked up on it, too, but he couldn’t help himself. Talking about, hell, even thinking about, someone hurting Violet sent him into a blind rage.