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Emma doesn’t notice any of it because she’s still staring around at the exterior of the building, never mind the inside, when I take her waist and lead her gently through the door.
“It’s gorgeous,” she gushes quietly, staring around at everything in amazement and I’m pleased that I chose to bring her here. Pleased that I get to experience this with her for the first time. Though that bright smile is certainly not lost on anyone here.
Everyone, from the other patrons to the waitstaff, is staring at her and I can’t really blame them.
She’s gorgeous and sexy as hell in the dress I picked out for her. And her pure and obvious pleasure; well, it’s enough to make anyone want to smile. A fact that isn’t missed by many of the other women in here that are trying to keep the attention of their own partners who are distracted by that brilliant smile and bright eyes.
“What can I get you to drink?”
I skim over the wine list that I’m presented with and locate the small selection of non-alcoholic options, ordering the best of the bunch for us.
The way that the waiter’s eyebrows draw together implies that he’s confused but he doesn’t say anything, simply hurrying away to bring us the wine and glasses.
“I can’t drink wine,” Emma says, giving me a look that I can only characterize as being an admonishment.
“It’s not alcoholic,” I reply and she looks pleased as the waiter brings it back and pours us each a glass before leaving the bottle at the table.
“We’re ready. We’ll have the lobster and two of your best steaks, medium.”
He nods quickly, inclines his head to Emma, and hurries away, leaving her to stare at me with a bemused expression.
“Lobster and steak?”
“It also comes with parmesan truffle potatoes,” I reply but she only seems overwhelmed by the entire experience. Even more so when the food arrives and she has a chance to see the beauty of it in all its glory. And then taste it, which is even better.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had anything this amazing in my life,” she admits. “But don’t tell my mother that.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I reply, though I almost want to mention that I’ve never met her mother. A fact that rankles slightly but I push the thought aside. She’s only recently met my mother so who am I to say that I should already have met hers?
For now, I push the thoughts aside and try to focus on what’s happening right in front of me. Which is Emma greatly enjoying the meal that’s been placed before her.
By the time we’ve finished the meal and dessert she’s looking even more relaxed. The conversation flows easily between us now and every time I hear her speak I feel myself hanging on her every word. Wanting to know as much as I possibly can about her. Because I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I know very little.
“Come, let’s take a walk,” I tell her, leading her from the restaurant and down the boardwalk.
It’s beautiful this time of night. The buildings on the opposite side of the river are just starting to turn their lights on. And those lights reflect off the water. The stars are just starting to glisten up above; it’s exactly the atmosphere that I want for this night.
And the musician down the way that I’ve hired for just this occasion certainly doesn’t hurt.
“Oh!” She’s startled again, standing and staring out at the water, captivated. And when we finally make it to the music, she leans against me with an almost blissful experience on her face. “This has been absolutely wonderful,” she says finally, looking up at me with those sparkling eyes.
Her lips part slightly and I can’t help but lean forward, claiming her mouth yet again. Claiming her.
“Ahh, Emma,” her name escapes me practically on a sigh and all I can think of is getting her back home and claiming her entirely. It’s not what I had intended for tonight. I meant for tonight to be more like a first date. More romantic. But with Emma …
I drag her to me, my arms wrapped around her, holding her as tightly as I possibly can, mindless of the fact that others can see and are walking down the boardwalk as well, but no one says anything, simply skirting around us silently.
Emma is the one to come to her senses first, stepping back with a blush that only makes her look that much more adorable, and desirable.
“Let’s go,” I manage to get out though my voice is gruff with desire.
She doesn’t hesitate, simply takes my hand and gives me a smile, half tugging me along as she also hurries back toward the restaurant and the car we left behind.
We barely make it into the car before we’re making out like teenagers, reaching across the center console to get another taste, another touch before I forcefully jerk myself away to drive back to the house. And then it’s a battle of wills as we each fight for dominance.
Her hands are just as frantic all over my body as my own are. And I can’t seem to stop touching her. Every inch of her. Those hips, those breasts. Every bit of her is so good. So amazing.
“Touch me, Baby Girl,” I practically growl out and her hands are at the button of my pants in an instant, dragging them down my legs so her hand can close around my hard cock, making me groan even louder.
