he looked at me like that. Like I’d been split open and laid bare to his gaze. He had that affect, even from the moment I met him. “But I will say this, I am monogamous. When I’m in a relationship with a woman, I’m all hers for as long as she wants me. I don’t sleep around.”
Despite myself, I smiled. “I’ll make a note of that.”
“Good.”
For the next few minutes, we ate without talking. The experience was nice and not as uncomfortable as I assumed it would be. When I was done my meal, I set down the fork and patted my mouth with the extremely wrinkled napkin. I took a sip of wine and prepared myself for my next question.
The waiter arrived and gathered our finished plates. “Would you care for dessert? The tiramisu is delicious.”
“I’d love some.”
The razor-like hum of a pager sounded near Severin. Frowning, he pulled the small device from his belt and glanced at the number. Without a word, he set it back but his demeanor had changed. The difference was subtle, but I noticed it like a red flag.
“I’m afraid we’ll have that tiramisu to go.”
“You have to leave?”
He nodded, already reaching for his wallet.
I glanced at the waiter. “Forget the dessert.”
He scampered away with our dirty dishes to fetch the check.
For some reason, my muscles tensed in anger. Like I was being robbed of something. I was pissed at not having the chance to ask more questions, but the sensation was more than that. An empty feeling I couldn’t quite name scooped out my insides.
Severin eyed me as he took out his credit card. “You’re angry.”
I shook my head. “Of course not. I can’t keep you from your business.”
When the check came, Severin handed his card to the waiter then grabbed my hand to do that thumb-rubbing thing on my wrist. I had to bite down on my tongue to stop from moaning just a little at the sensations zinging through me.
“I owe you dessert.”
After he signed the bill, he walked me to the door to get my jacket. As we crossed the room, his hand rested at the small of my back. Enough contact to send a rush of shivers up and down my body. God, how I wanted to lean into that touch, to let him gather me in his arms and press his lips to the back of my neck where I was extremely sensitive.
Once I retrieved my coat, Severin, ever the gentleman, held it as I slid my arms into the sleeves. As he settled it over my shoulders, I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against my back. An involuntary quiver erupted through me. He made no indication of moving from his position behind me, his hands resting gently on my arms.
The intensity of the situation had me swallowing a moan or two. I wanted to sigh in rapture, but instead I bit my lip. The copper taste of blood filled my mouth.
“You,” I cleared my throat. It was so damn dry with him near. “You owe me a few questions still.”
He chuckled, and I could feel his hot breath on the slope of my neck not covered by my jacket. “I suppose so.”
“And I guess you won’t be getting my home address.”
He shifted then, and I could feel his lips against my ear. I couldn’t stop the shudder of pleasure that rushed through me. “I already have it.”
I swiveled and stared in surprise.
His smile fading, he raised his hand and cupped my cheek. Staring into my eyes, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. They parted in response, in anticipation for more. I couldn’t stop myself. He was so potent, like a drug that I just had to have.
“You have no idea how much I don’t want this night to end,” he murmured.
I expected him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me…no, needed him to. I had an insatiable thirst and Severin was the only thing that could quench it. But he didn’t. Instead, he did another sweep of his thumb over my lip, then dropping his hand, he took a step away.
“Good night, Nina.” With that, he pushed open the restaurant door and disappeared through it. In a
Despite myself, I smiled. “I’ll make a note of that.”
“Good.”
For the next few minutes, we ate without talking. The experience was nice and not as uncomfortable as I assumed it would be. When I was done my meal, I set down the fork and patted my mouth with the extremely wrinkled napkin. I took a sip of wine and prepared myself for my next question.
The waiter arrived and gathered our finished plates. “Would you care for dessert? The tiramisu is delicious.”
“I’d love some.”
The razor-like hum of a pager sounded near Severin. Frowning, he pulled the small device from his belt and glanced at the number. Without a word, he set it back but his demeanor had changed. The difference was subtle, but I noticed it like a red flag.
“I’m afraid we’ll have that tiramisu to go.”
“You have to leave?”
He nodded, already reaching for his wallet.
I glanced at the waiter. “Forget the dessert.”
He scampered away with our dirty dishes to fetch the check.
For some reason, my muscles tensed in anger. Like I was being robbed of something. I was pissed at not having the chance to ask more questions, but the sensation was more than that. An empty feeling I couldn’t quite name scooped out my insides.
Severin eyed me as he took out his credit card. “You’re angry.”
I shook my head. “Of course not. I can’t keep you from your business.”
When the check came, Severin handed his card to the waiter then grabbed my hand to do that thumb-rubbing thing on my wrist. I had to bite down on my tongue to stop from moaning just a little at the sensations zinging through me.
“I owe you dessert.”
After he signed the bill, he walked me to the door to get my jacket. As we crossed the room, his hand rested at the small of my back. Enough contact to send a rush of shivers up and down my body. God, how I wanted to lean into that touch, to let him gather me in his arms and press his lips to the back of my neck where I was extremely sensitive.
Once I retrieved my coat, Severin, ever the gentleman, held it as I slid my arms into the sleeves. As he settled it over my shoulders, I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against my back. An involuntary quiver erupted through me. He made no indication of moving from his position behind me, his hands resting gently on my arms.
The intensity of the situation had me swallowing a moan or two. I wanted to sigh in rapture, but instead I bit my lip. The copper taste of blood filled my mouth.
“You,” I cleared my throat. It was so damn dry with him near. “You owe me a few questions still.”
He chuckled, and I could feel his hot breath on the slope of my neck not covered by my jacket. “I suppose so.”
“And I guess you won’t be getting my home address.”
He shifted then, and I could feel his lips against my ear. I couldn’t stop the shudder of pleasure that rushed through me. “I already have it.”
I swiveled and stared in surprise.
His smile fading, he raised his hand and cupped my cheek. Staring into my eyes, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. They parted in response, in anticipation for more. I couldn’t stop myself. He was so potent, like a drug that I just had to have.
“You have no idea how much I don’t want this night to end,” he murmured.
I expected him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me…no, needed him to. I had an insatiable thirst and Severin was the only thing that could quench it. But he didn’t. Instead, he did another sweep of his thumb over my lip, then dropping his hand, he took a step away.
“Good night, Nina.” With that, he pushed open the restaurant door and disappeared through it. In a
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