Her hand flies to her mouth. “I’m not having that discussion tonight, Alexander.”
I shove my hands into the front pocket of my jeans. “You’ve made that clear, Olivia. I’ll make it clear that I think you have an incredible ass. It’s merely an observation, not a prelude to a discussion you’re not ready to have yet.”
She ponders that for a second. “I could go for something sweet. Do you want to get ice cream?”
If I were Alvin’s age, I’d be all over the idea of ice cream at midnight, but my tastes lean toward other things at this time of night.
The taste of her cunt and the sound of her cries as she climaxes both top my list of things I want.
It’s not my choice though. I’ve been encouraging her all night to take the lead. I’m not going to shift the balance now. “Ice cream it is.”
She darts toward the street. “We need a cab.”
I move too, circling one arm around her from behind. I rest my hand on her stomach, leaning in so I can whisper into her ear. “If we walk a block over, we’ll have an easier time finding one.”
Her body relaxes as her hand finds mine. She holds it in place. “After we have ice cream, I’ll need to go home.”
“You’ll want to go home,” I correct her as I run my lips over the shell of her ear. “You’ll insist on going home alone.”
She nods silently.
“You’ll think about me when you get there.” I splay my fingers and press her against me. I know she can feel my erection. Hell, I want her to feel how hard I am for her.
“I won’t,” she says quietly.
“You will.” I step closer to her. I’m so close that nothing separates the two of us but our clothing.
Her ass wiggles against me. “Will you think about me?”
I nuzzle closer to her, trailing my lips over the side of her neck. “I’ll fall asleep thinking of you. I’ll wake up thinking about you.”
My cock aches for her. I’ll jerk off to thoughts of her before I sleep. I’ll have to.
Her head falls back against my shoulder. “Tonight has been…”
“A great first step.” I slide my hand up her body, between her breasts until I cup it around the front of her neck.
Tilting it back, I glide my lips over her cheek.
“Alexander.” My name is barely more than a whisper on her lips.
A sudden burst of noise pulls her away from me. We both turn to the source. It’s a group of people exiting the club behind us. They’re singing at the top of their lungs.
“Can we skip the ice cream?” She looks up and into my face. “I think I need to call it a night.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “I understand. Let’s get a cab and I’ll take you home.”
Just as we’re about to cross the street, a taxi rounds the corner.
“I’ll grab that one.” Her hand flies into the air. “I can make it home from here on my own.”
I reach to open the back passenger door once the taxi stops. She slips in before I can say anything. “I’ll talk to you soon, Olivia.”
“Soon,” she repeats back, her gaze meeting mine. “Thank you for tonight, Alexander.”
I nod before I turn to the driver. “Broadway and Eighty-first.”
“Got it,” he calls back as I shut the car’s door. It pulls away from the curb, abruptly ending a night I’ll never forget.