He forced a mouthful of something that he was afraid might still be half alive in between his teeth. And then, “Mmmm!” he groaned. “This is incredible.”
“Yeah, mine’s luscious.”
So are you, he thought, spearing a piece of fish and holding out his fork. “Do you want a bite of mine?”
He held the fork out for her and she looked at him in a certain way, eyes narrowing a bit while cocking her head, one little curl floating out of her ponytail as she tucked it behind her ear and leaned forward. Her lips enveloped the fork, her mouth tugging at the piece of food as he reluctantly pulled the fork away, those lips, those lips, closing over the fork. Right now, he wanted part of him to be that fork. A very big, throbbing part of him that no napkin was capable of covering now.
Chewing, she groaned; it was the sound he wanted to hear later at night in his bed or in hers or on somebody’s couch or hell—in the alley by the parking lot at this point. Dylan’s cock strained against his trousers, more aroused then he ever imagined possible, just from watching her eat that scrumptious piece of God knows what.
“Isn’t it incredible?” he asked.
“That’s perfection. Where does it comes from?” she asked.
He glanced over at the menu and replied, “Malaysia and, apparently, Tibet.”
“Oh, a Malaysian, Tibetan piece of perfection,” she said, then crinkled her brow with a bemused look. “Fishing in Tibet?”
He shrugged. “The monks have to do something.” A diner at one table over frowned at them and Dylan just let it roll off.
Laura speared something else on her plate and lifted the fork to him. He took it, eagerly, greedily, eating something he didn’t even understand, but, watching her, his eyes boring into hers, realizing that this meal was just the appetizer and he was going to have the main course later on.
Oh, holy cow, she’d never been treated like this before in her entire life. In fact, she was a bit concerned that she was leaving a wet spot on the upholstered bench and that she had soaked completely through not only her thong, but also her pencil skirt and pretty much through the outer layer of the bench’s covering, the pad, and into whatever store was beneath this restaurant because this guy was not just hot, he was flaming and how appropriate that he was a firefighter.
She could see it in his eyes, too. Whatever was going on, there was a kismet here that really shouldn’t be happening. After they exchanged their bites, like a cross between “Lady and the Tramp” and a porno movie, she realized that she was going to go home with this guy. Laura was going to sleep with him and she was gonna like it.
From the look in his eyes he was in the same place mentally, too. Hopefully physically. They both seemed to sort of hurry through their meal and the conversation finally resumed after they had finished eating.
“Do you want another drink?” he asked, reaching for her hand again, now that it was free from eating dinner.
She wiped her mouth with the napkin using her other hand, set it down, and said “Um, I’m still too full. Maybe we could go for a walk?”
“Actually,” he said, looking away, “I had planned something else if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, really? What’s that?” Breakfast? She stifled the thought, terrified she had actually blurted that aloud.
“Turns out there’s a really a nice cruise here in town that I was hoping we could go on.”
“Oh.” She looked at her watch, trying to hide her churning emotions. Oh, man, it was already late. A cruise. She did some quick mental math. A couple of hours on a cruise meant there was going to be no down time—she had to work, had to get up at 6:00 in the morning, and that meant blowing out the whole night. First date. Calm down Laura, don’t be a slut, don’t be a slut, don’t be a slut, she told herself.
Don’t sleep with him on the first date, don’t sleep with him on the first date if you want a second date. Okay, okay. Okay. Josie’s voice entered in her mind. ’don’t sleep with him, Laura. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. Unless he’s incredibly hot.’
Oh, yeah he is. Oh, yeah he is.
She had this entire conversation in the period of about three seconds with herself, with Dylan looking at her with a very puzzled expression. Angel Josie and Devil Laura argued inside her head until she realized she needed to respond to Dylan’s comment.
“Okay, yeah, sure! A cruise sounds great. Did you already get tickets?”
He squinted and furrowed his brow, confused. And then his face went neutral. “Oh, no, actually, not yet. I just figured we’d go there, and, you know, climb on.”