“I don’t like you being across from me,” I respond instead of answering her question.
“It’s easier to eat and talk like this. I like to see your face,” she huffs.
“I like to be able to touch your face,” I counter. “Now, get over here.”
“There’s something that you’ve failed to understand, Dom.”
“There is?”
“Yeah. I have my own mind, and I am not moving my food over and carting my ass over there just because you demand it.”
I study her for a minute, shake my head and decide it’s not worth pissing her off to make her move. There’s more than one way to get what I want. I push my food over beside her. I hear a small gasp leave her lips and I pull my gaze up to her and grin.
Without a word, I stand up and move over to sit beside her. She moves to scoot over, still looking at me in shock, but I wrap my arm around her waist and lift so that she’s forced to sit in my lap.
“That’s better,” I purr, leaning in and burying my face in the crook of her neck and breathing her in.
“Dom! What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
“I need you close,” I explain.
“Put me down. We can’t eat like this.”
“We can. I’ll feed you,” I grab the fork from her plate and spear a piece of the sirloin she had cut, dip it in the brown gravy she ordered, and bring it to her lips.
Our gazes lock on one another. Her eyes flash with what I think might be resignation, then, reluctantly, she opens her mouth. As I feed her, something about the look in her eyes as I do makes me want to beat my chest and roar. I’ve never been like this and honestly, my feelings for Thea are borderline crazy. I don’t just crave her—it is more than that. I have this driving need to possess her, to make it so that she only depends on me. Hell, I want to lock her away to keep everyone else away from her—especially other men. I’ve never been this out of control before.
My cock is hard as a rock. I know she can feel me pushing up against her ass. It’s a wonder I haven’t ripped through my pants. I’m not ashamed of my desire for her. I want her to know exactly what I’m feeling, but I’m also worried it could scare her away.
“You’re being ridiculous, Dom.”
“Because I want you in my arms?”
“We’re in a crowded restaurant. You have me sitting on your lap and feeding me like I was some child?—”
“Like you’re my woman. Trust me, Gorgeous, I do not think of you as a child.”
“That’s good, since your dick is pushing into my ass,” she mutters.
I slide my hand under her hair, letting the weight of it fall against my wrist and arm. I apply pressure to the back of her neck and angle her face down to mine. My lips find her ear and I suck gently on the lobe and release it after nibbling on the end. “Fuck, baby, when my dick presses into your ass you’ll be in our bed and there sure as hell won’t be anyone else around,” I whisper, letting my breath caress the shell of her ear.
I feel a shiver move through Thea’s body. I can tell she’s turned on, but the small whimper that escapes her beautiful full lips makes my dick weep with hunger.
“Dom…”
“You’re killing me, baby. I want you so fucking much.”
“Don’t you think this is moving a little too fast?” she asks quietly, and I see the anxiety move across her face. The last thing I want is for her to be afraid of me.
“When is the first time you wanted my kiss, Thea?”
“That hardly counts,” she scoffs. “I was a kid and besides, it’s not like it was reciprocated.”
“About that,” I mumble with a sigh. “Thea?—”
The pads of two of her fingers press up against my lips. “Don’t say it. The past is there. I don’t need you to lie to me, Dom.”
“I was committed to someone else, Thea. You were younger. I couldn’t admit to what you made me feel. Gabby may not have deserved it, but despite being a stupid fool, I am loyal.”