“Let’s walk. You want to?” He glanced down at her. “It’s so nice out now that the sun’s down. We might be able to breathe easier if we work some of that off.”
“Love to.” When she angled her head up at him and looked directly in his eyes again, he couldn’t keep from leaning in to sample her mouth once more. He’d been kissing her between bites the entire evening, finding it impossible to avoid for very long stretches of time. If only he could take her back to his place, strip her naked, and taste the rest of her delectable body. Life would be perfect.
But, of course, he couldn’t do that. If nothing else, he had a moral obligation to tell her what she was getting into before he made her his. Not that she could stop it, or would even want to, but still…
Alejandro settled his jacket over her shoulders and draped on arm across them, pulling her as close as possible while still permitting them to walk.
She was tall for a woman, maybe five-seven. But he still towered over her at six two.
“It’s so pleasant out here. The view of the distant lights with the night so clear is wonderful.”
“I’ll agree the view is fantastic,” he stated without looking away from her, “but I haven’t noticed any lights.”
Her head jerked up his way and when their gazes landed on each other, and she realized the meaning of his words, the world around them ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, caught in a bubble, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk halfway between two lampposts.
A slight breeze blew a few delicate brown curls in front of Lindsey’s face, but it only added to her allure. It seemed like he was hypnotized every time he stared into her chocolate eyes. She sucked him in and made him need to stay. Not that it was even a choice.
The next kiss he leaned in for was not a gentle exploration or a taste or a tease. It was demanding, urgent, sexually driven. He slanted his head and licked along the seam of her lips until she parted for him, opening her mouth at the same time she spread her legs ever so slightly.
He nearly came in his pants at the involuntary action of her lower extremities mimicking the movement of her mouth. She wanted him. Of course, he knew intellectually she had no choice and couldn’t control her need, but still he swelled with pride that her body was beginning the process of demanding he take her.
Soon. Not tonight. But soon. He wouldn’t be able to wait too long.
In the meantime, he drank from her mouth like a starving man. Tasting and torturing every corner. He even sucked gently on her tongue, drawing a moan from her lips that forced him to press his cock against her stomach.
He parted his own legs enough to straddle hers and pressed their torsos together as close as humanly possible with a hand on her lower back.
He twisted his other hand in her hair to keep from reaching around and molding his palm to her breast. He was rounding first and sliding into second as it was. He didn’t want to insult her by taking more than was reasonable for a human woman of twenty-two on a first date.
Minutes passed before they pulled apart. His ears seemed to ring as though he’d spent the last several hours at a loud rock concert instead of on a quiet date with his intended.
Her face was completely flushed, the red tinge imitating a dark rouge when he knew she barely had on any makeup at all.
He loved how beautiful she was almost completely natural and the added blush bumped his pride up two notches.
What would they do next? It wasn’t very late, but if they kept this up, he wouldn’t be able to hang on to his personal pledge not to claim her entirely on this first official night out.
Luckily, she saved the evening with her next words. “It’s not too late. Would it seem weird if we stopped by my best friend Kara’s place? She lives on a farm that must be near yours, at least in that same general area. In fact, you might know them. And, well, I told her all about you and I thought—”
“Excellent idea.” He put her out of her discomfort. She’d started shifting her weight back and forth between her legs and reached to twist a curl of her hair around one finger. Her nervousness was as endearing as her arousal had been. He enjoyed all her emotions, irrationally to excess perhaps.
She smiled, but continued to explain, “I just wanted her to meet you and she suggested… It actually seems idiotic of me now.”
“Not at all. I’d love to meet your friend.”
“And her, um, well… Let me be blunt. She has two men in her life. They live together. The three of them. Together together.” She added that last part in an uncomfortable attempt to explain their living arrangement as politely as possible. Her fidgeting increased. “I guess you could say I value her opinion as a friend and well…”