I shrugged as I stared at the road, navigating the congested traffic on the strip. Why pretend? “You’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. But I’m the only man who gets to see this much of you.” I braked at a stop light and twisted in my seat, reaching out to grab her chin. “I never learned to share as a child. Just ask my brother.”
Lia giggled and I leaned over to plant a quick kiss on her lips. We jumped apart when the car behind us honked, and I realized the light was green. I turned down the next side street and was driving into the parking garage when Lia’s hand landed on my thigh. It felt like her fingers were singeing my skin through my jeans and the fire rapidly spread to my dick.
She squeezed and my cock stiffened. “I don’t share either.” And just like that, the semi I was sporting became painfully hard. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it to dinner.
I was determined to romance Lia, to show her that we were more than the passion burning between us in bed. That was the only reason I managed to keep myself in check. I followed her into her suite, but stayed by the door, refusing to go any further. When Lia realized what I was doing, she laughed. “Chicken,” she teased. Then she pulled her top over her head and tossed it behind her before disappearing into the bedroom.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra.
I lifted a fist to my mouth and bit, hoping the pain would help ease my lust. When that didn’t work, I stared at the white ceiling and started running the statistics of different poker scenarios in my head.
“What should I wear tonight?” she called from the other room.
Apparently, I had a masochistic side because even though I knew it would torture me all night, I answered, “A dress. And, don’t bother with underwear.”
I thought I heard her laugh, but my mind went blank when she stepped back into the living area. She looked like my every fantasy come to life. The pink dress had looked beautiful on her in the dressing room, but it clearly hadn’t done it justice.
The top of the dress was similar to a bustier, even lacing up the front. But it curved up on the sides becoming two thick straps that tied around her gorgeous neck. It was fitted until it reached her hips where the dress suddenly fell into layers of ragged ruffles that gave it an almost beachy feel.
Lia had insisted that the dress could be casual or fancy and now I knew what she meant. She’d twisted up her long, honey-colored hair, sparkly earrings dangled from her earlobes, and she’d donned nude heels that had my cock hardening when I pictured them digging into my back.
My eyes swept up and down before locking with hers and my hand pressed against my chest. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, sweetheart. So fucking gorgeous it almost hurts to look at you.”
Lia beamed at me as she did a little twirl. “Thank you.” She stopped when she’d completed the turn and put her hands on her hips. “Now, since you’ve been insisting on dinner, it made me hungry. Feed me. I’m freaking starving.”
I laughed and caught her around the waist when she came near enough. After giving her a fast, hard kiss, I took her bag and guided her from the room with a hand on the small of her back.
When we finally made it to the restaurant, I held her hand firmly in mine as the hostess led us to one of the private booths in the back. This establishment was specifically geared towards couples and romance. The booths in the back had thick velvet curtains that closed around the occupants giving them almost complete privacy.
I gestured for Lia to slide onto the U-shaped seat first, then followed her, settling right next to her rather than across. A waitress came by and I ordered a glass of Moscato for Lia as she had mentioned that it was her favorite, and a club soda for myself since I was driving.
After she returned with our drinks, we ordered dinner and it arrived shortly. Then the waitress told us to hit the call button on the wall at the back of the booth if we needed anything. Before leaving, she drew the curtains, cocooning us in our own little world. The wait staff were instructed to only approach these booths when called so I knew we wouldn’t be disturbed.
We talked and laughed as we ate, simply enjoying each other’s company. It was comfortable and relaxed, reminding me that everything about Lia was perfect for me. It was so easy to be with her, yet she made my blood boil with lust. I’d never wanted a woman, never wanted anything, like I wanted her.
Once we were done, I put our plates on the tray they left for them just outside the curtain. The booth seats were large, and the table was far enough away that we had to sit on the edge to eat. However, it was designed this way on purpose. It left plenty of room for things—things like lifting Lia up and dragging her into my lap.
“Now,” I purred as I slid my hand up her leg and between her thighs. “Let’s see if you were a good girl and did as you were told. I hope you were very good because it’ll make it easier for me to show you how sorry I am.”
Chapter 7
Lia
I had followed his instructions about not wearing any panties under my dress, but I squeezed my legs shut and trapped his hand between them before he could discover it for himself. I had a question I needed an answer to first. Pointing at the closed curtains, I lifted a brow and asked, “How often have you made use of the privacy those offer?”
Becket grabbed my hand and nipped at the tip of my finger and growled, “Never.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Oh, really? Then how did you know that this would be the perfect place for you to show me how sorry you are?”
“Fuck. You’re not going to let this go, are you?” he groaned, his head dropping against the back of the booth while his cheeks turned pink.
He looked so damn cute that it melted some of the jealousy I felt at the thought of him bringing another woman to this place. But not all of it. “If you don’t fess up to what’s making you blush; these legs are staying closed.” I punctuated my point by squeezing his hand tighter between my thighs.
His head jerked up and his fingers bit into my soft skin as his dark eyes burned into mine. “We both know that if I tried hard enough, I could talk you into parting those pretty legs for me.”
“I’m not going to argue with you about that since you would probably just take it as a challenge and then you’d see how little effort it would actually take.” Now I was the one who was blushing. “But I’d still like an answer to my question. Please.”
“Remember when my brother said that he didn’t remember the last time I’d been out on a date?” I nodded. “Well, he wasn’t exaggerating,” he sighed.
“And that means what exactly?” I prodded.
“It means that I couldn’t even tell you the last time I took a woman out for dinner. Or who it was.” His gaze darted to the curtain and he shook his head. “But I can for damn sure tell you that I’ve never taken anyone else here. I didn’t even know about this place until I went online and searched for the most romantic restaurants in Vegas because I wanted to make tonight as special for you as I could.”
“Wow,” I breathed. I liked his answer. A lot, and for more than one reason. It was quite nice that it’d been that long since he’d been on a date. But it was amazing to know that he’d put that much effort into making these plans. “That’s incredibly sweet.”
“Yeah?” He flashed me a grin, and it made my heart race. “Sweet enough for you to let me see how good of a girl you were?”
I let my thighs fall open before I answered, “Yes, please.”
“Ahh, such a good girl,” he rasped as his fingers trailed up my thigh to stroke the edges of my bare pussy. “This is part of why it drives me crazy when other men look at you. They see how gorgeous you are, and it makes them want you. But they have no idea that your looks aren’t even the best part of you. You’re the whole damn package. You’re also smart and so damn sweet it makes me want to eat you up.”
I’d barely remembered the rest of his little speech because the last part had me enthralled. “Eat me up?” I echoed softly.
His tongue swept across his b
ottom lip, and his dark eyes heated. “Oh, yeah.”
“An orgasm sounds like the perfect way to make up for your little mistake earlier.” I wasn’t mad at him anymore, but I also wasn’t stupid. There was no way I was going to give up the chance to have his fingers and mouth on me. He was just so damn good with them.
He shifted closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Great minds think alike because that’s what I had planned.”
As he swept my hair to the side, his fingers stayed under my skirt and stroked lightly through my wetness. I shivered when he kissed down my neck to the spot where it met my shoulder and bit down just hard enough to leave a mark behind. I moaned and tilted my head to the side to give him better access. His hand slid higher and pushed at the hem of my skirt. I lifted off the seat so he could he could shove the material up to my hips.
I knew the restaurant’s rules about the privacy curtain prevented the employees from disturbing us, but there was still an extra sense of naughtiness to what we were doing. The feeling that someone could catch us at any minute shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did because of how safe I felt with Becket. I might not have known him long, but I had no doubt he’d do whatever it took to protect me.
He couldn’t stand to have another man’s eyes on me when I was dressed in something that showed a little extra skin. There was no way in hell he’d ever let someone see me half-naked. That knowledge was what allowed me to sprawl out on the booth while Becket drove me closer and closer to climax.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my neck.
When I turned my head, I found him staring down my body to where his hand was on my pussy. The masculine approval in his dark eyes ratcheted up my need. He was barely touching me, and it was already almost as good as the sex we’d had together. “Becket, please.”
“How is it that you keep getting even more perfect? You’re already like a dream come true for me. It shouldn’t be possible.” His cheek nuzzled against my throat before he shifted me away from his body, turning and sliding me over until I was lying on my back on the booth’s bench. Then he scooted further away and bent low, his mouth hovering over my core.
His tongue circled my clit while he sank two fingers deep inside my wet heat. I was already so close; my pussy fluttered around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me. His mouth kept at me too, licking and sucking. When he tugged at my swollen clit, my back bowed off the booth. Then he added a twist of his wrist to the thrust of his fingers, and my body drew tight. “I’m so close.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Give it to me. I want to taste you as you come so hard for me. It’ll be better than any dessert I’ve ever had.”
His breath blew hot against me, and then he wrapped his lips around my clit and tugged. My knees tightened on his shoulders, and my body quaked as my orgasm blasted through me. “Oh my—Yes! Becket!”
My cries of completion echoed around us, and Becket lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me, pressing my head against his chest. After cleaning me with an extra linen napkin from the table, he smoothed my skirt down over my ass.
My eyes were closed, but they popped open when I heard him lift the phone and growl into it, “We’re leaving. Please let our server know there will be more than enough cash on the table to cover our bill and tip and ask the valet to pull my car around.”
My eyebrows went high as I watched him yank his wallet from his pocket. He pulled a few large bills out and dropped them on the table.
“Becket?” My voice waivered when I caught the flash of anger in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
He dropped a brief kiss on my lips, and I tasted myself on him. “Of course not, sweetheart. Like I said before, you’re perfect.”
“Then why do you seem mad?”
“Because I’m a dumb ass,” he growled before he reached over to yank the curtains open. Then he slid out of the booth and pulled me with him. He didn’t let go of my hand until he helped me into his car—after glaring at the valet when he tried to do it—and he claimed it again after he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb.
I shifted in my seat to face him better and squeezed his hand. “I don’t understand what went wrong back there. How does you giving me an amazing orgasm after an incredibly thoughtful date make you a dumb ass? I thought it was brilliant.”
“Because it was stupid as fuck of me to not realize that anyone close to our booth could hear the sexy as fuck sounds you make when you come.”
Okay, that wasn’t something I’d thought about until now either. It was a little embarrassing, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “It’s not like anyone knew it was me. They couldn’t see through the curtains.”
“It was still a mistake on my part. Those sounds are mine. Nobody else gets them but me.”
“A mistake, huh? Then I guess you have something else to make up to me when we get to your house,” I teased in an attempt to soothe his frustration now that I understood the cause. Judging by the way his expression turned from anger to lust, it was the right choice.
“I think you’re right, sweetheart. Another apology is definitely in order, and this time I’m going to fuck it into you.”
Chapter 8
Becket
“Oh, fuck yes!” I shouted as I pounded into Lia’s hot pussy. Her cries and the sound of the headboard banging off the wall was making it impossible for me to hold off coming. I shifted minutely to make sure that I was rubbing over Lia’s clit with every thrust. “Come, sweetheart,” I growled.
Like a good girl, she did as she was told and flew apart, setting off my own orgasm. It barreled through me at lightning speed, leaving a burning wake in its path. I pumped in and out until Lia’s shudders subsided.
Panting and completely devoid of any energy, I dropped down and mustered up enough strength to roll to my back. I kept my arms around Lia, taking her along so her sweaty body was sprawled over mine. Her apple and vanilla scent surrounded me and I felt utter contentment. I could feel her racing heartbeat on my chest and smiled when I realized we were in synch.
This woman. Fuck, she was everything.
“Forgiven,” she wheezed, making me bark out a laugh and hug her closer.
“I don’t know,” I murmured playfully. “Maybe I should bank some good will for my inevitable fuck ups in the future.”
Lia’s head slowly raised, and her beautiful gray eyes locked with mine. They looked hopeful and she wore a soft expression, her lips curved in a sweet smile. “In the future, huh?”
I cupped her face and locked our gazes, making sure she saw how sincere I was. “Did you think I didn’t mean everything I’ve said over the last couple of days?” I slid my thumb over her bottom lip before caressing her chin and then resting my palm on her cheek once more. “I meant every word, sweetheart. You are mine. You’re it for me and I’m not letting you go.” Her smile grew and her eyes danced with happiness.
“Besides,” I drawled and glided my hand down to her flat belly. “You could already be growing our baby.”
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew wide as saucers. “Holy crap,” she breathed. “We haven’t been using condoms. I can’t believe we forgot. I’m not on anything, Becket!”
I grinned and my hand slid along the silky skin of her neck down to her shoulder. “I had a feeling.”
“Seriously!” Lia said earnestly, her expression turning worried. “You joked, but I could actually be pregnant.”
My smile slipped away, and I grabbed both of her shoulders, hauling her body up until our faces were level and my hard cock was cradled at the juncture of her thighs. “I wasn’t joking, Lia. Do you really think I would keep fucking you without protection if I didn’t want you carrying my baby?”
She gasped, but her gray eyes were light instead of stormy, like they were when she was angry. “You knew this whole time?”
I shrugged. “Not the first time. I was so caught up in you that I honestly didn’t think about it. Then when
I finally realized it, I knew I’d never be able to wear one with you.” I grasped her hips and raised her just high enough that I could slip inside her. “I can’t stand the thought of something between us. And, fuck, when I thought of you, round with our baby…yeah, condoms were so not happening, sweetheart.” Her breathing quickened and her pussy tightened around my already re-hardened cock.
“Hmmm, I think you like the idea of being knocked up.” I punctuated my point with a deep thrust, seating myself fully inside her.
She moaned and her walls clenched again. I pushed her up so she was sitting astride me. Then I pinched and plucked her nipples before palming her tits and a ripple of desire made her sex pulse, tearing a groan from my lips. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? The thought of these gorgeous tits full of milk. Of my mouth on you, suckling the same sweet cream you’ll feed our babies.”
With every word, she grew tighter and a little more restless, her body rocking, her hips slowly rotating. “You want my come filling your ripe womb, don’t you, Lia?” I lifted her and slammed her back down on my cock, making her cry out.
“Do you want it?” I grunted. She moaned and I stilled her hips, not allowing her to move. “Do you want my come, baby?” Her eyes were closed and her lids looked heavy as she dragged them up halfway. She watched me with a hooded gaze for a moment before nodding.
“Not good enough, sweetheart,” I growled. Slipping one hand between her legs, I flicked her clit, then quickly returned it to her hip, continuing to restrict her movement. “Tell me you want me to fill you, to put my baby in you.”
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