Marco
If Millie kept biting her lip in that sexy way, I was going to lean over and suck on it.
As we waited for the waiter to bring back my credit card so that we could leave the restaurant, I could feel the tension between us. She was nervous, but I could tell she wanted me. Her eyes kept darting to my lips and chest, and when my hand had been on her leg, she’d trembled slightly. I was ready to take her to a hotel and ravish her. I wanted to show her just how many different ways I could pleasure her in one night.
“Here’s your card, Mr. Garcia, I hope you had a nice evening with us.”
The waiter dropped off my card, nodded, and walked away. I grabbed the pen, wrote in a fifty percent tip, and signed the bill.
“Come on, are you ready to go?” I grabbed Millie’s hand and pulled her up.
She looked beautiful as she adjusted her long red curls and grabbed her handbag. There was an uncertainty in her eyes that showed me just how unused to casual encounters she was, and I found that refreshing. Most of the women I met in bars didn’t even blink when I made the suggestion to fuck. Most of the time, in fact, they were the ones to suggest it.
Millie was different. She wasn’t used to just hooking up.
“Thank you for the meal, Marco.” Millie gave me a nice smile. “You really didn’t have to pay. I would have been happy to split it with you.”
“When you go on a date with me, you don’t pay.” Believe it or not, I was raised to be a gentleman on a date. “I believe that the man should pay for the dates.”
“That’s a bit old-fashioned, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps, but in some ways, I’m an old-fashioned guy.”
“Oh, yeah? In what ways?” she asked as we exited the restaurant. I could see the water in front of us and pulled her toward it.
“In ways like this.”
I stopped suddenly and pulled her into my arms. Leaning down, I kissed her softly, watching as her eyes widened in wonder and then filled with desire. She kissed me back harder.
Her mouth parted and I slipped my tongue inside, deepening our kiss, and tangled my fingers in her hair. She pressed her breasts against my chest and I slipped my hand up under the back of her shirt, wanting to touch her skin. She moaned against my lips, and I could feel myself growing harder.
“Let’s go get a room.” I kissed down her neck, softly biting little love marks into her skin.
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft as her fingers ran through my hair. She pulled my face back up to hers and kissed me again. This time there was nothing soft about our kiss, and she melted against me as I took possession of her mouth.
“I want you, Millie.” I pulled back from her and touched the side of her face. “I want you so much.”
“But do you really want me?” She offered me a small teasing smile. “Don’t you want many women?”
“I should spank you for those impertinent words.” I growled.
“I don’t think you have the balls.”
“Oh, really? Is that a challenge?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t want you to spank me, so I don’t think I’d be challenging you to do it.”
“It’s not about if you want it or not.” I pulled her toward me. “It’s if I think you’re in need of punishment.”
“And why would I be in need of punishment?” She licked her lips. “Just because I don’t want to go back to your room and have sex?”
“Who are you trying to convince?” I asked and let go of her hands and stepped away from her. “Do you really think you don’t want me?”
“ Do you really think no woman can keep her hands off you?”
“What do you think?”
“I think that I can and will keep my hands and lips off of you.” She smiled sweetly at me. “Today was fun, and dinner was yummy, but I’m not dessert.”
“Pity,” I said. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you, Millie?”
“Don’t we all?” She sassed me again, and it took all of my willpower to not pick her up and carry her over to the bench and put her across my lap. Maybe it was because she was wearing jeans. If she’d been wearing a skirt or a dress, she would have been on my lap so fast, bent over, panties down with my handprint on her ass cheeks. I didn’t even care that we were in public.
The blood pounded in my ears. I knew that this wasn’t just about her going home with me. It was also because I’d shared emotions with her that I’d never shared with anyone else. That had left me feeling vulnerable, and the only way I knew to stop that feeling was to fuck. I needed to come, preferably in either her mouth or her pussy.
“Millie,” I said softly, changing tactics and pulling her closer to me. “Come here.” She looked at me in surprise as I grabbed her hands. “Do you like dancing?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Don’t tell me we’re going to dance here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to dance by the water, under the moonlight?”
“Right next to the restaurant we just ate in?” She raised an eyebrow. “Not really.”
“I suppose it’s not as romantic as I’d hoped it would be,” I acknowledged. “Come, let me get you into an Uber before I change my mind.”
“What?” She blinked up at me in surprise. “You’re not going to try and get me into your bed?”
“If you don’t want me, then I’m not going to force you.” I held her hand and walked to the street. “I mean, if you’re not into me, then you’re not into me.” I stopped by the road and reached for my phone. “I’ll grab you an Uber, just give me your address.”
I watched a gamut of emotions pass over her face: surprise, shock, appreciation, and lust. I brought up the Uber app on my phone and held it out for her and then counted in my head.
Five, four, three, two, one—
“Wait.” She touched my hand lightly. “Maybe I don’t want to go home alone yet.”
“No?” I bit down on my lower lip to keep my emotions in check. It really was far too easy.
“Yeah.” Her eyes were bright as she leaned forward to kiss me. “Maybe I want you to join me.”
“But I thought you didn’t want me going to your place? I could get a room somewhere, so we don’t have to be in the apartment next to Tate and Jane.”
“No, I don’t want you to waste your money. I have a roommate who’s always in my business, but it’s late, she should be in bed already. We can go back to mine.”
“You’re saying I can spend the night?”
“Yes, but, um …” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Maybe you shouldn’t spend the whole night, I don’t want Jane getting upset.”
“Jane.” I shook my head and kissed her forehead. “You’re worried about my sister.”
“She’s a good friend to me. I don’t want her thinking I just ignored her requests, and if you’re gone all night, she’ll think you stayed with me.” She sighed. “I mean, I know she already knows we spent the day together, but I don’t want her thinking I hooked up with you.”
“Oh, so you’re going to hook up with me, are you?”
“Maybe.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “But it’s just this one night. For fun. No one finds out, and we act like it never happened.”
“If you say so.” I laughed heartily then.
She didn’t know me well if she thought I was hoping it would be for more than one night. That was fine by me. I would fuck her all night until she kicked me out, and then I could go home and enjoy the rest of my trip with Jane. Maybe I’d take Tate to lunch and have a proper one-on-one with him about where he saw their relationship going. I didn’t care if they were in love. If they were fucking, they needed to get engaged or married soon. I didn’t want him thinking that he could just have Jane and dump her.
“Was this all a part of your plan?” Millie ran her fingers down my chest and gazed at me, her eyes far too intelligent and knowing. I stared at her and smiled for a few seconds before answering.
“If you’re asking me if my plan is to see you riding my face in approximately twenty minutes, then the answer is yes.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen.” Millie blushed.
“And why is that? Don’t tell me you’re shy?”
“No.” She giggled as her fingers gripped my hardness. “I’m not shy. It’s just that I live thirty minutes away.”
She licked her lips slowly, and I growled as I bent down to kiss her, thrilled that this woman wanted me as badly as I wanted her and wasn’t afraid to let me know.