The door closed. “You look beautiful .”
I spun on my heels to face him. “I’m out of black dresses .”
He ran a finger along my shoulder. “I think you’re sexy in everything .”
I blushed. The lines were good. I ate them up. “Are we going out?” I asked. When Wes called, I didn’t hear much other than he wanted to see me tonight .
“Do you want to go out?” He let his finger slide from my shoulder along my collarbone .
I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted to kiss him and run my hands through his hair and feel his hard body pin mine to the table. I wanted his tongue and his hands and his cock .
“Yeah, let’s go out,” I answered. “Unless you think we shouldn’t.” I remembered wherever he went, he was photographed. Maybe he didn’t want to be seen with me, the non-super model .
“Why shouldn’t we? We both know the night’s going to end up the same way. We should eat .”
“And how is it going to end?” I challenged .
“With me buried deep inside you and you screaming my name while I fuck you so hard you think we’ll both ignite .”
Oh God. My legs wobbled. I couldn’t form words. I needed a witty retort. Something sarcastic and quick, but the image he painted played over and over. Maybe I wanted that instead of food .
He held the door open for me. “Ready ?”
I nodded. He had stolen every word right from my mouth .
* * *
T he restaurant served Tex-Mex and enormous margaritas. I licked the salt on the edge of the glass. Wes smiled at me .
“How was work today?” he asked .
I stifled a laugh .
“What?”
“It’s just such a normal question. You really want to know about what I did at the hospital today ?”
“Sure. Tell me. Save a life ?”
“As a matter of fact, I helped a man walk again.” The tequila tasted good. I dipped a chip in a bowl of queso. We were still looking over the menus .
“That’s fucking awesome .”
I looked around to see if anyone had heard him. Wes didn’t seem to care what language he used or where he was when he used it .
“Thanks. It was pretty awesome. What about your day ?”
“Me? Not much. We have a bye week. That means no game on Sunday,” he explained. “And I can’t practice. I spent a few hours at the office, then hung out at the apartment. Not really comparable to helping a man walk again .”
My hand landed on his. “Don’t compare what I do to what you do. You’re basically a god in this city. No one cares if I stitch bones back together .”
“Until they’re the ones who need you.” He leaned closer. “And I sure as hell needed you .”
I felt a rush of adrenaline shoot down my spine. “You know people are staring at us .”
He nodded. “They always stare when I go out. And I guarantee our picture is already on every social media site.” He kissed me long and hard until I had to break away to breathe .
“What was that for ?”