Leaning forward, he whispers into my ear, “All of this for me, baby? A pretty present for me to unwrap later?”
My mouth goes dry at the insinuation. I can barely squeak out, “Yes, Brett.”
“Good,” he rumbles. “I might not unwrap everything, though. I might leave you in that sexy leather. I’ll strip that cute little top off until I can see what I bet is one of your innocent lookin’ white lace bras, and then I’m gonna bend you over my bed and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
My breath catches in my chest as I envision his words, my panties dampening with desire. I can’t stop myself from asking him, “Are you sure we have to go on a date?”
He pulls back and chuckles at my flushed cheeks. “Damn right we do, sweetheart. I’m gonna take my woman out, act like a gentleman, and then bring her home and give her the caveman.”
“Ewww, Dad. No sexin’ where others can see you!” his daughter complains from behind us.
His mouth tips in a smirk, and he leans forwards to murmur so only I can hear him. “But my woman likes it when others might see us.”
I groan in need, making him laugh. Then he grabs my hand and drags me towards the front door, waving at Coal and ordering the girls to be good while we are gone. Pulling me to his truck, he avoids the passenger side and takes me straight to the driver’s side instead.
Opening the door, he lifts me up to the bench seat. “Scoot over a little, baby, and let me get in, but don’t go too far. I wanna feel you pressed up against me as I drive.”
God, this man knows how to make my heart do somersaults in my chest.
I slip over, giving him enough room to get in, and then we cruise down the street on four wheels instead of the two he usually rides on, which feels weird; however, tonight is all about going with the flow, to see what my man considers a date. If we pull up to his strip club, though, I might have to cook him something he chokes on.
We don’t end up at the club, though. Nor do we end up at a bar or anything else I have dreamed up that a rugged man like Ice might visit. No, we park at a four star restaurant, and I feel my jaw drop.
Looking over to Ice, I ask, flabbergasted, “Are you sure we’re in the right place?”
“Yep.”
Pulling me out of the truck, he walks us into the elegant building and gives the hostess his name. The young girl gives him a bright smile in return, grabs two menus, and then leads us back to a secluded corner with candles lit and roses in a vase on the table. Ice pulls out my chair for me then takes the chair across from me as the hostess babbles about the night’s specials.
Once she leaves, my mind stops swirling enough to ask Ice another question. “Why would you bring me here?”
He cocks an eyebrow at my question, and I realize how ungrateful I sound. “That’s not how I meant it, I swear. I’m so sorry. I just—” I can’t stop stammering. “I just didn’t expect you to bring me to some place like this!” I whisper-yell at him.
Amused by my reaction, that cocky smile spreads across his face. “You want to know why I brought you here, Morgan?”
I shake my head. I wouldn’t have asked if I knew why we were here.
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, he answers me softly, “I’m gonna wine you and dine you like you deserve, sweetheart.”
My heart melts. Every day, he finds a way to surprise me with his actions or words, opening himself up to me little by little. Can this man get any better?
Then that familiar Grady mischievous look sparkles in his eyes, and he adds, “But, when we’re done here, I’m gonna take you somewhere and fuck you in the truck like I deserve.”
Yes, apparently my man can get better.
He orders dinner and wine for us when the waiter shows up. We eat our delicious food, talk about Madyson and Brooke, and simply spend time enjoying each other’s company. When we are done, he pays, we leave, and by the time we reach the truck, my anticipation for what comes next is already boiling inside of me.
After we climb up into the truck and Ice starts to drive back through town, I put my hand on his thigh and start to rub up and down his leg.
“Where are we going?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to worry about until we get there.”
“What does that mean, Ice?”
“That means we’re going to play naughty, baby, and we start right now. I want you to slide that tight skirt of yours down until it’s around your ankles.”