I shook my head. “Think they’ve got pitchers of beer here?”
“I bet they do.”
“I’m kidding. We’ll drink this vile shit if you like it.”
“Oh, Kane. I really like your honesty.”
I felt a rush when she said my name like that. Oh, Kane. Damn, Viv, say it again.
When our food came, we ate in silence, but our eyes continued the dance. I wondered if she saw the lust and fear and hope I was feeling.
We finished the whole bottle of wine and shared a piece of raspberry cheesecake for dessert. Viv gave me a tentative look as she held the fork up, offering to feed me a bite. I opened my mouth and let her and damn, was it hot.
Since when did sharing a piece of fucking cheesecake make me hard? Since sharing one with Viv. I’d quickly gone from dismissing her that first night at the club to wanting her bad.
When we left the steakhouse, we walked downtown for about an hour. Viv slipped her hand into mine and I threaded my fingers through hers. It was the first time in my life I’d held hands with someone. The warm sensation was back. Or it was still there. Hell, I didn’t know. I just knew it was about thirty degrees outside and I wasn’t the least bit cold.
When Viv yawned, I texted Len to come get us. We were waiting not far from the club, and I got a sudden sense that I didn’t know how to read a woman’s signals on a date. Never going on a date would do that.
“Are you tired?” I asked. “Bored? Should I have taken you home after dinner?”
Viv smiled and rubbed a hand over my upper arm. “I’m just a little tired. Not bored at all. I’m having a really good time.”
I nodded. “Do you want me to let go of your hand?”
She leaned in, pressing her warm body against mine, and looked up at me. “No. Unless you want to put your arms around me right now. Then you can let go.”
I unlaced my fingers from hers and wrapped my arms around her waist. She was so soft, the light, sweet scent of her perfume making me want to dip my face against her neck and take in more.
She had to realize I was new at this. But she didn’t make me feel inadequate. Quite the opposite, in fact.
We stood like that, not moving, and I watched small strands of her dark hair whip up in the cold night breeze. Her cheeks were pink and her lips were a rosy red. Whether she went out with me again or not, I knew I’d never forget the way she looked right now, staring up at me like I was the only man in the world.
I was about to kiss her when I saw the Town Car approaching. Len got out but I stopped him. I wanted to open Viv’s door and help her in.
“How’s it going, Len?” I asked as he pulled away from the curb.
“Good, boss.” He met my eyes in the rearview mirror. “Good dinner?”
“Very good.”
This time my hand found Viv’s and I closed my fingers around hers. The drive back to her place was too short.
Len gave me an encouraging smile as I left the car. I opened Viv’s car door and walked her up to the door of her brownstone.
She turned her back to the door and looked up at me, silently encouraging me.
“I’ve been looking at those lips all night,” I said in a low tone.
“Hmm.” She smiled and tipped her face up.
I cupped one of her cheeks and leaned down, vowing to end our first date with the best goddamned kiss of her life.
Vivian
Kane brushed his lips across mine softly. I could tell he was testing the waters to see if I wanted more. Given how strong and domineering I’d seen him be with others, it melted me inside. I parted my lips and slid a hand around the back of his neck, silently giving him the permission he was seeking.
He wrapped a big, powerful hand around my waist and pulled me against him, his tongue brushing across mine. My heart hammered, the swirl of sensations overwhelming me. The minty taste of him and the solid feel of his hard chest against my soft curves were unexpectedly arousing.