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waiter comes back and removes our first course dishes.
We sit silently, just star ing at one another as we wait for the next course. I’m in real trouble. I think I may lose my virginity tonight. Sighing, I turn away and close my eyes as I chant to myself to keep it together. It can’t be tonight. No way am I going to give up sex on the first date, I don’t care if I have known him for four years. So what if I’ve seen him half-naked. And who cares that I have lusted after him for two years? I don’t need to fuck him just because he has a hard dick in front of me, just like his mother said.
His mother? No… no, no… I cannot be thinking about her right now. Or mine! Shit! Well, maybe I should think about them. Talk about a bucket of cold water! I am definitely calm now. I wonder if Jaxen is…
I peek at Jaxen and he’s still staring at me. I blush again and look down. I can’t tell if he’s hard or not because the red tablecloth is blocking his pelvic area. Damn. I quickly look back up and see a dirty smile on his face. If this isn’t a sexy look, then I swear I’ll never know what is. Sexy cocky bastard!
Jaxen gives me a slight affirmative nod with hooded eyes.
“What?” I frown.
“I am.”
“Huh?”
“Erect. Have been since I saw you in that dress.”
“Oh,” I whisper then clear my throat.
“Don’t worry, I won’t try to do anything you don’t want to do,” Jaxen whispers again then leans to my ear. “As much as I look forward to hearing it from you, I think the wait will make the act all the more better. If we ever get to it. This is enough for me.”
I shiver. God, the heat of his breath on my goose-bumped skin… it literally gave me chills. I am so far gone over him. I want him bad.
Th ankfully, before I could embarrass myself, like jumping on his lap and riding him like a bull in this dark restaurant, the second course arrived and I focused my attention to it and inhaled the aroma.
“Italian Wedding Soup, which includes orzo, meatballs, spinach and Parmesan cheese,” the waiter practically sang.
I silently finished the bowl and wanted to weep, it was so good. Jaxen scraped his and muttered a curse when he threw his spoon in his empty bowl. The waiter cleared the dishes then came back soon after with our third course.
“ Lasagna Bolognese made with Alfredo sauce, ricotta, Parmesan and mozzarella cheeses and fresh, house-made noodles. Enjoy!”
Again, I inhaled as John taught me then smiled. Intoxicating, in a good way. Smiling , I picked up my fork and took a bite. It melted in my mouth. I turned to Jaxen and was impressed he was doing exactly what I told him.
By the time we finished that course, I was stuffed. I ate every damn bite and so did Jaxen. The waiter came and said we had our choice of dessert, since John said any one offered went well with our meal.
“Your choices are Citrus Zabaglione, y our choice of a berry sauce on the house cheesecake and Caramel Crème Brulee. All are house-made fresh today, including the berry sauce.”
“No, ” I whined. “Not another bite for me, please. Can we take it to go?”
“You must, Miss Kimber,” the waiter smiled. “You will insult our pasticcere if you do not try his dessert under his stare, especially after enjoying the rest of the meal!”
“Oh, God! I couldn’t possibly eat dessert too!”
Jaxen squeezed my hand. “We’ll share a serving, Marco. I think I’d like to try the Brulee.”
“Okay, share,” I smile. That seemed to satisfy the waiter because he scurried off and came back quickly.
“As requested, Caramel Crème Brulee: vanilla bean custard infused with caramel with a caramelized sugar crust. May I get you coffee or another beverage of your choice? Perhaps more water?”
“Ice water, please, ” I murmur as I stare at the confection.
“Same for me, Marco.”
“Very well, miss, sir.”
We silently eat the dessert and I practically drool. It was just that good. Or maybe it was because Jaxen
We sit silently, just star ing at one another as we wait for the next course. I’m in real trouble. I think I may lose my virginity tonight. Sighing, I turn away and close my eyes as I chant to myself to keep it together. It can’t be tonight. No way am I going to give up sex on the first date, I don’t care if I have known him for four years. So what if I’ve seen him half-naked. And who cares that I have lusted after him for two years? I don’t need to fuck him just because he has a hard dick in front of me, just like his mother said.
His mother? No… no, no… I cannot be thinking about her right now. Or mine! Shit! Well, maybe I should think about them. Talk about a bucket of cold water! I am definitely calm now. I wonder if Jaxen is…
I peek at Jaxen and he’s still staring at me. I blush again and look down. I can’t tell if he’s hard or not because the red tablecloth is blocking his pelvic area. Damn. I quickly look back up and see a dirty smile on his face. If this isn’t a sexy look, then I swear I’ll never know what is. Sexy cocky bastard!
Jaxen gives me a slight affirmative nod with hooded eyes.
“What?” I frown.
“I am.”
“Huh?”
“Erect. Have been since I saw you in that dress.”
“Oh,” I whisper then clear my throat.
“Don’t worry, I won’t try to do anything you don’t want to do,” Jaxen whispers again then leans to my ear. “As much as I look forward to hearing it from you, I think the wait will make the act all the more better. If we ever get to it. This is enough for me.”
I shiver. God, the heat of his breath on my goose-bumped skin… it literally gave me chills. I am so far gone over him. I want him bad.
Th ankfully, before I could embarrass myself, like jumping on his lap and riding him like a bull in this dark restaurant, the second course arrived and I focused my attention to it and inhaled the aroma.
“Italian Wedding Soup, which includes orzo, meatballs, spinach and Parmesan cheese,” the waiter practically sang.
I silently finished the bowl and wanted to weep, it was so good. Jaxen scraped his and muttered a curse when he threw his spoon in his empty bowl. The waiter cleared the dishes then came back soon after with our third course.
“ Lasagna Bolognese made with Alfredo sauce, ricotta, Parmesan and mozzarella cheeses and fresh, house-made noodles. Enjoy!”
Again, I inhaled as John taught me then smiled. Intoxicating, in a good way. Smiling , I picked up my fork and took a bite. It melted in my mouth. I turned to Jaxen and was impressed he was doing exactly what I told him.
By the time we finished that course, I was stuffed. I ate every damn bite and so did Jaxen. The waiter came and said we had our choice of dessert, since John said any one offered went well with our meal.
“Your choices are Citrus Zabaglione, y our choice of a berry sauce on the house cheesecake and Caramel Crème Brulee. All are house-made fresh today, including the berry sauce.”
“No, ” I whined. “Not another bite for me, please. Can we take it to go?”
“You must, Miss Kimber,” the waiter smiled. “You will insult our pasticcere if you do not try his dessert under his stare, especially after enjoying the rest of the meal!”
“Oh, God! I couldn’t possibly eat dessert too!”
Jaxen squeezed my hand. “We’ll share a serving, Marco. I think I’d like to try the Brulee.”
“Okay, share,” I smile. That seemed to satisfy the waiter because he scurried off and came back quickly.
“As requested, Caramel Crème Brulee: vanilla bean custard infused with caramel with a caramelized sugar crust. May I get you coffee or another beverage of your choice? Perhaps more water?”
“Ice water, please, ” I murmur as I stare at the confection.
“Same for me, Marco.”
“Very well, miss, sir.”
We silently eat the dessert and I practically drool. It was just that good. Or maybe it was because Jaxen
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