Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I sit across from Leni at the small, intimate table, my plate of food largely forgotten as I watch her dive into her pasta. The way she twirls the strands around her fork is hypnotic, and it’s driving me absolutely crazy. There’s something about the way she bites her lip, her eyes lighting up with each delicious mouthful, that sends my mind spiraling into an abyss of untamed desire.
The rich aroma of the food fades into the background as all I can focus on is her. Each little laugh escaping her lips, the way she brushes her hair back from her face, all of it captivates me. Hell, I can hardly remember what I ordered; my entire universe has shrunk down to the mesmerizing sight of her enjoying dinner. Just watching her has my cock rock-hard and ready.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, desperate to recalibrate my thoughts. Each inhale is supposed to bring sanity, but all it brings is the echo of her laughter painted across my mind. The scent of her shampoo still lingers on my skin from earlier, and now I’m drowning in a sea of temptation. I want her, need her, more than I want my next breath. And right now, every instinct in my body is screaming at me to throw caution to the wind.
I open my eyes again just in time to see her smack her lips together, a satisfied look on her face. Damn. The way she savors the food, it’s like she’s teasing me. “How…” I start, voice thick with need that I can’t hide, “how is the pasta?”
She laughs, raising her glass of wine and leaning forward, oblivious to the havoc she’s wreaking on my composure. “It’s amazing! Would you like a bite?”
“Of you,” flashes through my mind and nearly slips out before I can stop it. “Thank you,” I say on a breath, fighting to keep the tone light, but the air between us is charged as hell. I’m wrestling with my impatience, wanting to reach across the table and yank her toward me.
When she holds her fork out to me, I force myself to open my mouth. I’m betting the seafood pasta is delicious, but I can’t taste a thing. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
“Delicious,” I mutter as temptation coils within me like a spring, and I’m tempted to hoist her over my shoulder and rush out of this restaurant, damn the consequences. But I fight it. I need to keep my cool. Now isn’t the time to scare her off after this incredible night. So, I force myself to breathe steadily and deeply.
But it doesn’t help. The more I watch her, the less control I have. My mind automatically wanders to thoughts I shouldn’t indulge in here in the busy restaurant. The scene in my head shifts to what I’d really rather be doing to her curvy body.
“I doubt anyone’s ever gotten half as excited about a plate of pasta as you do,” I say casually, but inside, I know it’s just a cover for how wound up I am. The chaos of my thoughts is relentless, battling against the cool façade I’m trying to maintain.
As Leni giggles and takes another bite, I can barely keep my hands from clenching into fists on the table. Everything about this moment feels like it’s on the precipice of something explosive, and I want in. I want her, but I can wait. I have to. But God help me, patience isn’t exactly my strong suit.
The way Leni leans across the table to catch my gaze with her lips curving in a wicked smile drives me wild. “Would you like to come back to my place to watch a movie?” she asks, her voice dipping low and full of mischief.
My cock hardens as pure adrenaline pulses through me. I don’t think twice. “Hell yes,” I reply, practically bouncing in my seat like a kid in a candy store. This night just keeps getting better, and I’m more than ready to seize the chance.
On the drive back to her place, I grip the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, feeling the nerves hum beneath my skin. The prospect of spending the evening alone with Leni soothes something deep in my soul. “What're we watching?” I ask as I drive, trying to keep my voice steady and casual.
“Whatever you want,” she replies, laughing lightly. “I saw a new horror movie advertised on Netflix.” There’s that glimmer of teasing in her eyes again, and all I can think about is how good she looks framed in the glow of the streetlights. “I’ve been dying to watch it.”
“Horror movies?” This part of her surprises me a little bit. But honestly? I’d watch just about anything if it meant spending time alone with her.
After a short drive, we pull up to her apartment complex and I park near her door. Adrenaline flows through me as I step out and round the car to help her out. She walks hand in hand with me, and the confident sway of hers makes my pulse quicken.