Eric, of course, was oblivious, his attention drawn to his cell and the message he seemed to be reading. His distraction with the object bothered her because she thought the dinner in Denver had been for them to spend time alone. He had more interest in the object in his hand though.
She tried to tug her hand free, but he held tight and met her gaze. She turned away and didn’t want to make a scene. It was only a cell, right? Everybody had them, but when he tugged on her hand to pull her to him, she noticed the frown marring his brow.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted.” He sighed. “My dad just sent me a text asking about my brother, Aiden. He went home for a break and Dad is worried about him. He must be to be messaging me. He never messages.” He released her hand, but used his arm to wrap around her shoulders to pull her into the curve of his body.
Her arms slipped beneath his jacket and around his waist, as she rested her head on his chest. She heard his deep sigh as he held her close and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
Sylvia tilted her face up to look at him and softly smiled. “I haven’t done anything.”
“You’re here with me, in my arms offering comfort. I like you this close.” He dropped his cell into his jacket pocket. “I’ll call my father later to find out what’s going on.”
“You can call him now if you need to. I don’t mind.”
“No. My father is obviously concerned because Aiden has always been the wild one. I just think Aiden needs a break after years of going after what he wanted, and always being on the road. He doesn’t have anywhere permanent, and he’s tired.” He smiled at her reassuringly, but Sylvia could see the worry in his eyes.
Until the past week, she always put Eric down as being a total badass, but in actual fact, he was a sweet guy. Not that she’d ever tell him her thoughts. Once he’d made up his mind to spend more time with her, his whole attitude changed. And she loved how he just wanted her close all the time. She only hoped that he’d still want that once they were back in Lexington because it would break her heart otherwise.
“Our table’s ready,” he whispered, and loosened his hold around her.
Their hands entwined as the maître d’ led them to a lovely booth set for two with a window behind them as they seated.
Once they were seated and their food had been ordered, Eric removed his jacket and laid it next to him in the booth. Sylvia loved the dark green, soft knit, long-sleeved shirt that he wore. It nearly matched his eyes. It was so soft to the touch that she found her hand wandering over his stomach. It quivered under her palm before a groan left his mouth.
“You need to watch where that hand is going,” he mumbled, his voice husky as he covered her hand, and held it against him. “I always want you, Sylvia, but you make me hard as fuck when you touch me.” He moved her hand lower and dragged her palm over his heavy erection.
She couldn’t hold her gasp of surprise inside and tightened her fingers around his rapidly growing girth. Eric chuckled, but it ended on a hiss.
He placed her hand into her own lap and let out a heavy sigh. “The things you do to me, and the ideas you give me.”
“Mmm, do tell.”
He chuckled. “Not while we can’t do any of them.”
After they’d eaten, coffee and mints were brought to their table. She was relieved that their evening out together hadn’t come to an end too early. Although, her fingers twitched to unzip his pants so that she could touch his naked flesh and finish what she started not too long ago, she enjoyed the quiet meal they’d eaten.
Those other thoughts, the ones of having him spread out on a bed for her to ravage, needed to stay buried while she was sitting in the restaurant. He was right, because the images in her head made her squirm where she sat. Her panties were wet with arousal. Sylvia was tempted to tease him and let him know just how much he aroused her, but thought better of it as his arousal would be seen by all.
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nbsp; “Are you really going to come to Thanksgiving dinner with me in Montana?” Eric asked, breaking into her naughty thoughts as an uncertain look crossed his face while he waited for her answer.
“If you really want me there.”
He sighed. “Sylvia, I would love it if you came to Montana with me for Thanksgiving.” He smiled. “That is your official invitation.”
“I’d love too.” She leaned in and met his lips for a soft kiss. “I can’t wait to meet the rest of your family,” she whispered against his lips.
Instead of tasting him again, she decided it was better to leave the touching and tasting until they were back at Dante’s place. She stayed close though.
“My family is…boisterous for want of a better word, especially when we all get together. I love family time and over the years, I’ve missed more than my fair share of holiday meals, which is why I promised to be there this year.” He leaned back and took her with him, so she could settle against his chest.
There was no decent place to put her hand so she settled for his belly as she snuggled closer.
With her belly full of food, and the candlelight flickering on the table, she felt ready for sleep. She loved sleeping with her head on Eric’s chest, except in the restaurant they had too many clothes on.
“Tell me about your father. What does he do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep herself awake.
“Horses. He breeds, boards, trains, and anything else you might think of to do with a horse farm.”