“Elia,” Eric says through a laugh. “It’s okay.” He opens the door and shoots me this charming look. A woman behind the counter actually looks him up and down as we enter. He is just too good looking to not get ogled. “I actually feel like I can tell you anything.”
I chew on my lip and look away from him. I feel something inside that makes me feel like I can trust him too.
Gah, you must think I’m crazy.
Eric must as well.
But all that cockiness seems to have faded away. His charm feels genuine, warm.
He orders for us, which I don’t mind at all because I don’t know anything about Thai food, really. I couldn’t even pronounce the words!
“I’ve never come here with someone before. Rose is only six so most stuff is not exactly palatable to her,” Eric says, running his finger over mine my hand across the table.
Dinner is full of light flirting and delicious flavors.
I didn’t know where to begin with asking him about the store, and I don’t want to talk about it for tonight.
Maybe I’m weird but I start thinking about my conversation with Ryan, and my gut tells me not to talk about the store.
And even though I’m enjoying dinner, that nagging feeling in my gut has me thinking, shit, if Eric does buy the store, then I probably shouldn’t be dating him.
“Let me get the check and get you home. Don’t want you late for work tomorrow,” Eric says with that smile that makes me tingle down to my toes just thinking about him.
“We had such a nice dinner,” I say, poking his arm. “I don’t know why you want to stir me up now.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.
Eric runs his hand from the nape of my neck to my spine, pressing his lips against my ear with a whisper. “Maybe I like my dessert stirred.” His warm breath against my ear makes my pussy ache with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. While he pays, I decide ...tonight’s the night I’m going to lose my virginity. I wasn’t sure how this would happen. I wondered if it ever would. But the way I feel right now, I know that I can’t resist the very real temptation before me, and I don’t want to.
Elia
“Dinner was lovely, Eric. Thank you for tonight,” I say as he pulls along the curb in front of my studio apartment. He’s been very flirtatious all evening, keeping his hand on the small of my back as he escorted me to and from the restaurant, slight touches throughout dinner, and that dangerously sexy smile he’s flashed.
The truth is, I’ve been flirting, too. I was confused about what I wanted when the evening began, but that question was quickly answered with how wonderful dinner was. It didn’t turn to be any business meeting, and I didn’t want it to be.
He puts the car in park and wraps his strong hand over mine… and there’s that smile again. I simply can’t hide the blush I know is tinged on my cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Elia.” His thumb slowly glides across my knuckles, and there’s a knowing look glinting in his eyes. I’m totally out of my element with Eric, but he’s so charming and handsome, and I don’t want this night to end here.
“Would you like to come in for a drink? I mean, I think I have some wine…” I trail off, second guessing myself. I shake my head and take a deep breath before dragging my lip between my teeth.
“Elia?” Eric begins, cupping my face. “Only invite me in if you’re sure that’s what you want.” His voice is low and husky, and I have to tighten my thighs to settle the heat that sizzles through my core.
I asked him inside, and I know I don’t want this night to end, but where do I want this night to go? I’m untouched, a virgin saving myself for when I’m ready to give myself freely to someone—I made that promise to myself. Unsure of myself, I throw caution to the wind and open the car door and swing my legs out. I turn my head back at Eric and ask, “Coming?” before stepping onto the sidewalk. I heard a low grumble under his breath, and I want to ask him to confirm what I think I heard, but I’m not sure I can handle the answer.
I unlock the door to my apartment and step inside. Eric closes the door behind himself and follows me into the kitchen where I’m busying myself pulling wine glasses from the cabinet. I place them on the counter and smile up at him sheepishly. Watching him roll his sleeves up to his elbows, the chords of his muscular arms flexing with each movement has my heart thundering in my chest. Why do I feel so flush, so… hot? I swipe at my head then open the refrigerator and lean in to see what wines I have.
Strong hands grip my hips, and I feel him behind me, his fingers kneading into my flesh. I inhale a long breath of air and stand up, feeling his hardness press against my bottom. Oh. My. Word. He leans in and trails the tip of his nose along the curve of my neckline, and I latch my fingers around his thighs, needing anything to steady my balance. “Eri…” his name falls short on my breath as his lips pepper delicate kisses up my throat, his hands roving over the fabric of my dress. I wanted to look beautiful for him tonight. He inspires that notion in me; I can’t explain why, possibly my attraction to him is just that strong? And judging by the way his hands are actively clawing over me, his kisses growing more fervent and delicious with each pass over my skin, I’d say my objective was achieved.
He spins me around and presses my back against the counter. “I’m more in the mood for dessert, Elia.” He clutches the nape of my neck and pulls me toward him, his lips crashing over mine. He kisses me so hungrily and fast paced, I can’t keep up. His hands rove over every inch of bare skin he can find until he reaches the neckline of my dress, and his hands shred at the fabric, ripping it from my chest. I’m so lost in the sensation of his hands and mouth working over me so rapidly that I don’t even pay mind to the expensive dress that I couldn’t afford to begin with is now a heap of mangled fabric on the floor. I can’t even process the idea of being laid out and exposed to this Greek God of a man who’s using my body for his own pleasure. Just the sensation of his touch has me flustered and in a dream-like state.
He fingers find my nipples as his mouth moves down my chest like he’s a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days, and a spark of lust shoots right through my belly. Suddenly, my panties feel damp, and the heat of my skin intensifies.
“Eric, oh…” I whine as his lips enclose around my nipple, his fingers slowly trailing down my belly and skimming the waistline of my panties. I know I should stop him from going any farther, this isn’t how I expected the night to move so quickly, but I don’t want it to stop. I can’t explain the way my body feels. Electric, excited, needy. But I need more of whatever he’s willing to give me, virginity be damned.
Eric thrusts me up onto the counter and steps back, his eyes appreciating the sight
before him with a devilish smirk tipping the corners of his full lips. I want to feel those lips caressing over my body. He loosens his shirt from his pants then rips at the buttons, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel like I’m the sacrificial lamb at the altar, a gift for him. He props my heel-clad feet up on the counter, spreading my legs apart. His fingers softly dance down my thigh, and just the possibility of him touching my sacred place sends a thrill of nervous energy through me. I struggle to protest, my mouth opening but I can’t find the words, then the thought escapes me as his face disappears. I pierce my eyes closed, knowing I’m not ready for this and I need to make him stop before things go too far, but when his nose skims the lace of my panties and I hear him heave in a breath, I melt. I tighten my thighs, but he splays his palms against them and presses them farther apart.
“Now, now, Elia. I gave you two warnings. One,” his index finger slips beneath my panties and swipes through my heat, “only invite me in if you’re sure that’s what you want. Do you remember?” His finger glides against my lips, and my eyes fall closed from the pleasure and a groan falls from the lips. Eric chuckles to himself, then continues, “And two, I’m in the mood for dessert.”
In one fell swoop my panties are ripped down the sides, and his mouth plunges against my pussy. I don’t even have time to stop him before he’s devouring me like a man starved. My back bows from the counter, and my breathing catches in my chest. He isn’t sweet and sensual—he’s ravenous. Nipping, licking, sucking roughly against my heat. I writhe against the counter, my body so sensitive to his touch, but greedy for more. I don’t know if I want to buck my pussy toward him or scramble away from his hungry mouth.