Page 19 of Kissing My Soulmate

Fuck, I pull away and she whimpers, but I have to stop before I bury my cock inside her right here. The quickie we had a few weeks ago was no where near enough, but we shouldn’t rush this. I don’t want her to think this is all I want.

I do pull her into my arms. “You taste so good, baby, but when I get between your legs again, I’m going to need lots and lots of time.” I can’t seem to control myself.

She sucks in a breath and her chest rises and falls rapidly. I don’t miss the slight tinge of pink in her cheeks. I lean in, kissing her softly one more time before I lead her down to my truck. Once inside, I grab her hand, holding it on my thigh.

Music plays softly in the background, neither of us speaks, but it’s not uncomfortable. Her thumb rubs back and forth on the back of my hand. She has always done this while we held hands.

The minute she sees where we’re at, she smiles at me. “My favorite.”

“Of course, what other place could I possibly take you for our first date?” I get out and come around to help her out. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lead her toward the doors.

Inside I give the hostess my name. Neither Lorelei or I miss the way the hostess sways her hips. A sigh slips from Lorelei’s lips, making me chuckle.

“Some things never change,” she says as she smiles at me.

“I only have eyes for you, baby.” I would always say that to her and she’d roll hers at me.

We reach our table and I pull Lorelei’s chair out for her, and then take a seat across from her. The hostess hands us our menus and thankfully leaves us. I look at Lorelei from across the table and smile.

She looks beautiful tonight. Between the dress, her makeup, and her hair, she’s a knockout—though she always has been. A vision of a little girl who looks just like her flashes through my mind. My heart beats wildly in my chest.

“Jasper?” Lorelei reaches out and grabs my hand. “Are you okay?”

I nod, and luckily our waiter interrupts us to grab our drink orders. Once he leaves us, I turn back to Lorelei. “I’m good, baby. My mind kind of wandered.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Her face reads she doesn’t believe me, but luckily, she doesn’t push it.

He brings our drinks, and we order an appetizer, her favorite. “The fried pickles, please.”

I take a healthy sip of my whiskey, while she sips on her habanero margarita. She has always loved anything spicy.

“I haven’t had one of these in a long time. It’s delicious.” Lorelei smiles at me.

Taking a deep breath, I blurt out, “I was looking at you and how beautiful you are. An image popped into my head, one of a little girl who looks just like you.”

Lorelei looks hopeful, and I hate to dash them but I’m just not there yet. Although, I am closer than I was before and that’s what I tell her.

“You’d be a good dad.”

I shake my head. “How could you possibly know that?”

We’re interrupted by our waiter as he places the fried pickles between the two of us. We order our meals and another round of drinks. Usually we dig right in, but instead I sit back and wait for her to answer.

“Because you are or were or whatever, an amazing husband but your dad wasn’t. You’ve always been attentive, loving, my biggest cheerleader, and my best friend. How could I not think you’d be an amazing dad? Do you think I’d be a terrible mother? I mean, I grew up bouncing from one foster home to another until I aged out.” She takes a huge drink, sucking down the rest of her margarita.

Thankfully, our waiter brings our drinks. This time we dig into the fried pickles and our date gets awkward, dammit.

Chapter Eleven

Lorelei

The rest of dinner goes okay. I know I threw a lot at him as to why I think he’d be a good dad, and it’s all the truth. I’m tired of my past defining me and what I want out of my life. So, I had a shitty start to life. It’s pretty freaking incredible now. I have an amazing career, a good, solid group of friends, and an amazing husband.

Things are looking up for Jasper and me, and I know when the time is right, I’ll share my love with a child. I just hope Jasper wants to be a father. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have changed my mind, but there is no going back now.

I bite into a fried pickle, moaning as the flavor explodes on my tongue. Opening my eyes, I find Jasper smiling at me. “These taste so good.”

“I can tell.” He smirks, but then his lips flatten into a line. “Have you talked to Jake?”

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