My shoulders slumped in defeat at having been caught for coming. “I don’t know, Dasher. What is it?”
His other hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back at the same time his fingers left my thigh. I watched as he brought his fingers, coated with me, to his lips. His tongue darted out briefly to touch the tips and then an entire digit disappeared in his mouth. He made a hungry sound while keeping eye contact and then his finger slid back out. “Still my favorite part of you.”
I was breathing hard as if I’d just run a race. “Why did you do that?”
His eyes flashed with… something. I thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. “Because I’d almost forgotten what you tasted like,” he whispered with pain in his voice.
I was engulfed in his body heat and his cologne mixed with his sweat. It made me crazy. It made me want.
“Dash.”
He lifted his head and peered into my eyes. I let him see my need and to know that whatever he was offering, I was willing to take. I knew the moment he recognized it.
“Yes, Angel.” He caressed his face against mine. “I know.”
I reached for his pants, but he grabbed my wrist. “Shit… I almost forgot.” He snapped his fingers and smirked.
“Huh? What did you forget?”
“I’m having dinner with my fiancé tomorrow.” He let me go, settled back on his pallet, and turned over, giving me his ass to kiss.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SUMMER BEFORE SENIOR YEAR
WILLOW
AFTER TEASING AND flirting with him, I found my back up against the door and was assaulted by hungry kisses. I was ready for him to complete the final act of our month long foreplay by the time he showed mercy.
“Dash?”
“I wouldn’t forgive myself if I took you before I even took you to dinner so stop tempting me before you find yourself full of me and screaming from the pleasure.”
“O—okay.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the tip of my tongue, took my hand, and led me from the dorm. When he opened my car door for me, I practically melted into the seat. Why is it that everything he did made my legs weak?
This was my first time riding in luxury. I looked around the foreign car in amazement. The gray leather was so soft against my skin and his intoxicating scent filled the car.
He slid in and started the car, bringing the sporty car to life. I was a little nervous, having seen what these cars can do on TV. He must have sensed my nervousness because he leaned over and kissed me softly. “Don’t worry, Angel. I got you.”
We took off for the restaurant, and I found that he could handle the car quite well. I thought it was a bit much for a seventeen-year-old, but maybe it was the way of the wealthy.
The restaurant was a short drive, but just the exterior made me feel out of place. Dash took my hand again and led me inside the restaurant. He seemed to like being in charge, and since I was out of my element, I let him lead.
The hostess beamed as we approached and laid it on extra thick for our benefit. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and then wanted to claw hers out when she touched his arm.
Figures he could pull a girl looking the way he did.
I expected Dash to thrive in the female attention. After all, she was undoubtedly gorgeous. I was thrown when he pulled me around to the side where the hostess walked and wrapped his arm around me, effectively dislodging her hand and rebuffing her.
Take that, cheeky bitch.
She showed us our table and walked away without asking if we needed anything. Dash’s shoulders shook and he snorted. His twinkling gaze locked with mine, and I smiled at him across the table.
A waiter approached with our menus almost immediately and announced the specials. Dash instructed me to order whatever I wanted.
One look at the menu, and I was lost. None of it was familiar.
Where were the appetizers or the burgers?
I flipped to the page and read the first entree or what I assumed was an entree. Cocotte de Légumes. There was no mention of meat so I skipped over it.