In the brisk February chill, outside, it all seemed like a bad dream as Jonathan navigated the congested streets in his shiny, new black Mercedes-Benz GL. He gripped tightly onto the leather steering wheel. He was silent and obviously irritated by the whole matter, but he didn't dwell on it aloud. He just continued to grip the steering wheel tightly.
“Is there any place special that you'd like to go?” he finally asked, before his head spun in my direction. His strong hands seemed to relax from the black leather. He reached down and adjusted the climate in the SUV.
Now, truth be told, I really wanted to skip dinner all together and devour him. Nonetheless, I remained a lady and reserved my right to serve hoecakes for dessert.
“No, anywhere you take me will be fine,” I answered.
“Great! I know this little intimate restaurant off of Main Street. They always have a table available. It's called Marvin's, and I think you'll really like it.”
“Okay, Marvin's it is!” I smiled, as I relaxed back and enjoyed some smooth, mellow jazz.
“So, pretty lady, how was your day?”
“Are you talking to me? You think I'm pretty?”
“No, actually when I think about it, I don't. I think you are gorgeous,” he said with another sexy smile. Our eyes met as the sound of his deep voice echoed in my ears.
“Thank you,” I said, my heart melting under my blouse.
“So, how was your day?”
“One word... Stressful! I have a big project at work and the deadline is March 1. I'm running out of ideas and time. So, very stressful is all I can say about it.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“I work at one of the banks a couple of blocks from your fitness center.”
“Yeah! I can tell you're a little stressed,” Jonathan said as he leaned over the driving gear – just a little. “I tell you what. The next time you come to the center, I'll give you a massage. It's on me, free of charge.”
“You know what? I'm going to take you up on that offer,” I said with a noticeable grin. I could only imagine Jonathan's big, strong hands sliding all over my body, warming it to its sensual core. My body unconsciously shivered with pleasure at the thought.
“Are you cold? I can turn up the heat?” Jonathan said.
It is rather cold for Florida in February, I thought to myself.
“I’m sure you can,” I muttered real low like. My lips barely moved, although the smile on his face clearly indicated that he heard me. “No,” I said in a louder voice, “Everything is perfect.”
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Marvin's was everything that Jonathan said it would be and more. It was romantically intimate and the perfect place for our first date. The lights were dim and soft, with candles glowing on every table, which gave the place a warm ambiance.
The hostess seated us in a secluded booth, which was by far the best table in the house. It gave us the privacy and intimacy we wanted for our first date.
“Here are your menus. Your server will be Romando, and he'll be with you shortly. Meanwhile, what can I get for you from the bar?” she asked.
As she reached inside her pocket for her pen and pad, we settled in the large, high back private booth.
“Just a sweet tea with my meal,” I said.
“I'll have the same,” Jonathan said. With his voice still resonating through the air, his eyes stared into mine.
Jonathan was extremely eloquent and charming in his demeanor. He was so intrigued that he wanted to know everything about my life and my work. I hardly had an opportunity to ask him a single question about himself. He kept the conversation flowing underneath the dim lights. It was an incredible date and everything was going well.
He brought up the first time he laid eyes on me at his friend Jacob Turner’s barbecue. He even talked of the night my friend Ruby Michael’s husband was drunk on the rooftop of their home. We laughed at his friend Ronan Michael’s antics to get his wife back. It wasn’t funny that night, but it is now. Especially since everything had worked out perfectly for the couple in the end.
“It’s now February and it’s taken you this long to ask me out?” I inquired with pursed lips.
It was no surprise when he reached across the table and placed his right palm up, indicating he wanted to hold mine. I placed my hand into his without reservation.
“I’m sorry, Serenity. You don't realize how happy I was when you accepted my dinner invitation. I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, and I hate that it took me this long to get up the nerve to.”
Needless to say, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu as it suddenly occurred to me that Jason had said the exact same thing earlier. I wondered if I should mention it to Jonathan or just leave it alone. I decided to leave Jason out of our perfect vibe.
“I wish you had. I must admit that I've had a crush on you since I met you.”
Jonathan smiled as if he had just received good news. He stared at me and made circular motions on my wrist with his thumb. My pulse started to fluctuate erratically from this gesture. My body began to tingle and warm as a result of his lustful gaze, which held me prisoner. I squeezed my thighs together and felt wetness saturate my panties.
Damn, all of these months had passed, when he could have been pursuing me, I thought to myself.
“Serenity, I—” Jonathan started.
Whatever he was about to say, however, was abruptly cut off by the waiter returning with our order. We finished our food in silence. This silence that permeated through our booth was accentuated by a tension within my chest. Every now and then, however, I caught him staring at me. It was obvious that he was completely infatuated with me.
“Is there something in my teeth?” I asked, feeling slightly self-conscious.
“No, but you have a little something right here,” Jonathan said.
Taking the tip of his thumb, he wiped a small crumb from the corner of my mouth. To my surprise, he licked the crumb off the tip of his thumb. His eyes never once left mine. Those mesmerizing brown eyes of his were fixed and locked on mine, saying all the things a girl wants to hear.
My kitty was on fire for this man! It took everything I had to keep me from attacking him right then and there.
“Ready for some dessert?” he asked, sliding out of the booth to come and sit beside me.
Not waiting for me to answer, Jonathan dipped a strawberry into whipped cream and fed it to me. Biting into the plump, juicy strawberry, I licked my lips to catch the dripping juice.
While fascinated by my full, inviting lips, Jonathan dipped his head and captured them with his, and drew me into our first kiss. With a sensuous nature, his tongue glided over my lips before it plunged into my mouth. This softness allowed him to swirl his tongue around mine. I gave into his passion without any hesitation. As the kiss progressed, I tried to catch his tongue as he played cat and mouse with mine. Finally catching my tongue, he sucked it hard, sending an electric current to the center of my erotic core. Momentarily forgetting where we were, I moved closer to him and deepened our intimate embrace.
Jonathan somehow regained his sense of awareness and pulled back to regain control. Pulling a wad of bills from his wallet, he threw them down onto the table. He stood up and, he pulled me from the booth. With even greater physical force, he led me out of the restaurant.
“Where do you live?” he asked as we headed to the truck. I told him. There were no more words spoken from that point on.