Sweet Satisfaction

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 ?”