“It’s nice to see you again,” she said as she grabbed my arm tightly on our walk to the restaurant.
“You, too. I’ve been thinking about our swim all week.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, I’ve been thinking about that shower.”
“Yes, that was a very memorable shower. I think I’ll remember that for a very long time.”
Her soft skin pressed against my fingertips as I gently stroked my hand up and down her arm. The feeling of her skin and mine together seemed like two forces of nature. The more I rubbed her, the more energy my body seemed to have.
What had started as one of the most frustrating days I’d had in a very long time, had quickly turned into an invigorating date with a woman I hadn’t stopped thinking about in days. I no longer cared about the mess at the bank or the flag on my trading account. In that moment, all I cared about was seeing Del’s beautiful smile and watching her slip pieces of sushi past her lips.
Perhaps if I was lucky, I’d even manage to get an afternoon kiss out of our date. I let my hand move to the small of her back as we walked into the restaurant, and she shivered slightly at my touch.
“Wow, I like your hands on my body,” she said just before the hostess came to us. “Two please,” she told the hostess and then smiled at me.
She wasn’t going to give me a chance to respond to her comment. Instead, I was left to think about her words and how much she wanted my hands on her body again.
Chapter Eleven
Delilah
When I was around Brandon, my thoughts seemed to fly out of my mouth before I could stop them. Yes, I did like having his hands on my body, but no, I didn’t mean to blurt it out at him as we walked into the restaurant for lunch.
I really wasn’t this girl who had the confidence to say outrageous things like I seemed to do around Brandon. There was just a power I got from the connection between us. My body surged with energy, and it was like I could do and say anything I wanted.
“Would you like to hear today’s specials?” the waitress asked us.
“Yes,” I started to say.
“No, thank you,” Brandon said. “We will need a minute.”
“Take your time,” she said as she gave us both a big smile and then left us alone.
“You like my hands on your body? You can’t tell me that while we are in a restaurant; that’s just plain cruel.”
Brandon looked at me with his green eyes, and I thought he might just kiss me right there in that moment. The desire he had for me was visible and I couldn’t help but tease and play with him just a little bit.
“What? Big, bad Brandon can’t control himself inside a restaurant?” I teased.
“Oh, I can control myself just fine. I’m just worried you won’t be able to,” he said softly as he moved his chair around the table so he was sitting right next to me. “I can be very persuasive when I want to be, and you’ll be putty in my hands. You better be careful.”
His hand slid under the table and gently stroked my knee as he looked over the menu. His brilliant eyes flashed mischievously over toward me every few seconds to see if I had any reaction to his touch. It was fun to watch him as he teased me.
Boy, did I have a reaction. His fingers moved up and down just slightly toward my inner thigh. He was tracing small designs and moving in an unpredictable way, and I couldn’t think at all. I felt a rush of excitement move toward my middle as he applied a little more pressure and let his fingers make small circles slowly as he pushed my shirt up.
“You’re a rotten man,” I whispered.
“What? You can’t handle it?” he said without turning away from the menu. “I could always stop. You just need to admit that you can’t handle it, and I will gladly take my hand away. Or just ask me to stop and I’ll oblige your request.”
“No, don’t stop.”
My words seemed to fuel him as he let his fingers gently stroke the outside of my panties. My hips thrust forward slightly in an attempt to feel him more and more. I didn’t know what I was doing or why I had given in to his teasing, but it felt so good to have his hands on me and I didn’t want him to stop.
If I had had a little more confidence, I would have pulled him into a back room and had hot, public sex with him. But that was a little too much for me, and I already felt like everyone in the restaurant was looking at us. Although, Brandon was doing an excellent job of making his movements inconspicuous to anyone except me.
“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress asked as she stood across from us.
There was no way I could talk. It was taking all the energy I had to keep my breathing calm as he teased me. I watched her to see if she had any sign of knowing what was going on under the table, but she didn’t seem to notice at all. Her eyes looked kindly at Brandon and then over to me as she waited for one of us to answer her.