“What’s your favorite memory of when you were a kid?” I need to hear her tell me something normal.
“Let me think.” She takes a sip of her wine and smiles. “I was four. Mom gave me my very own first aid bag. It had a real stethoscope in it. That night I fell asleep listening to her heart beating. That’s when I realized I wanted to learn everything I could about the heart.”
I watch her eyes light up at the memory, and I make a promise to myself to do my best to keep that light shining inside of her.
“What’s your favorite memory?” she asks, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.
“That’s easy,” I say, smiling as the memory flashes through my mind. “I had anger issues during my senior year. One day a kid pissed me off, and I punched him. So there I was, waiting to have my ass handed to me by the principal when Mr. Hayes walked in. He drove me to our local gym and took out a contract for me. He spent the entire afternoon punching a bag with me. He always had time for me. I can’t remember him ever saying no to anything.”
“I’m sorry you lost him,” she whispers.
“I didn’t lose him, Doc. He’s everywhere I look. He’s in every lesson he taught me. Whenever something bad happens, I hear his patient voice telling me what to do.”
“Aww… you’re going to make me cry, and it took me ten minutes to put on my mascara,” Sebastian says.
Our plates have just been cleared, and we’re finishing our drinks. Anticipation starts to build in my chest as it’s almost time to go home. I booked a room at the hotel, but I’m saying a silent prayer that Leigh will invite me to stay over at her place. I want to spend every moment with her.
“It’s time to go, my delicious chunk of hunk,” Sebastian says to Ryan.
“You guys go. The night is on me,” I say when Ryan reaches for his wallet.
“Thanks, babes,” Sebastian says, and when he slides out of his chair, he comes over to kiss my cheek. “Take care of our girl,” he whispers before he pulls away.
“Are you my chunk of hunk?” Leigh asks teasingly once they’ve left.
I slip my hand under the table and place it on her thigh. It’s a pity she’s wearing pants. Not taking my eyes away from hers, I move my hand up an inch until my fingers brush against the V between her legs.
I lean in and whisper seductively, “As long as you know that this is mine.” I tighten my hold over her pussy which makes her cheeks flush. “I’m planning on burying my cock deep in your pussy the second we get to your place.”
“Then you better settle the bill, Mr. West.”
Fuck me.
My hand shoots into the air, and I call our waitress. Leigh laughs as I hurry to settle the bill. When I’ve paid, I grab Leigh’s hand and practically drag her out of the restaurant.
The drive to her place is pure torture. I’m sitting in the back of a cab with a hard-on. I don’t even bother adjusting myself. The second he pulls up to Leigh’s place, I toss the money on the passenger seat and drag Leigh out behind me.
Her laughter fills the air, and she yanks her hand free from mine. She walks slowly to her front door while trying to suppress her smile.
“Stop the teasing and open the door, Doc,” I growl behind her.
“Maybe we should go for a walk?” she asks. Her eyes are sparkling in the moonlight, as she glances over her shoulder.
I close the distance between us and press my chest hard against her back. I slip an arm around her waist to keep her in place and grab her breast with my left hand. I squeeze her soft flesh until her back arches.
“Open the fucking door, or I swear I will take you right here.”
I slip my right hand down her abdomen and over her pussy. My fingers find her nipple and I pinch it as I lower my face to her neck. I start to suck on her sensitive skin, as I rub her pussy through her pants.
Satisfied, I watch as she unlocks the front door with a trembling hand. The second she opens the door, I push her inside and kick it closed behind us. I grab the front of her shirt and yank it, letting buttons pop free as the material gives way. I throw the ripped shirt on the floor and unclasp her bra. When I have it off her, I turn her around and grabbing her ass, I lift her up against my body. She wraps her legs and arms around me, and we breathe heavily as I walk in the direction I think her room might be.
“Where is your room?” I growl as I sink my fingers deeper into her ass. I can feel the heat from her pussy on my fingertips, and it makes my cock strain painfully against my pants.
“End of the hall,” she breathes.
When I reach the room, I grind the words out, “Switch on the light. I want to see you clearly.”
She hits blindly at the wall, and on her second try, she hits the switch.