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Taking pity on me, Domh says, “I can order if you’re overwhelmed, Aisling. Would that help?”

“Yes, please,” I rasp. “I’ve never had Indian food before, but everything smells amazing.”

Nodding approvingly, he asks, “Do you like spice?”

“I do, as long as I can still taste my food,” I admit. Smirking, he orders for both of us, handing the menus to the waitress.

Sounds like he ordered some kind of chicken curry. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be delicious. Usually, I hate when guys order for me. I have a mouth, and I assure you that I can use it.

Unfortunately, I’m just too overwhelmed by the thought of Domh’s large tattooed hands pulling down my tights and eating me out until I come on his tongue.

He already got my first kiss today. I wouldn’t mind giving him a few more of my firsts.

Moving closer to me, his hand lands on my thigh, massaging it gently as I pant.

“You have no idea how gorgeous and tempting you are right now,” he murmurs, his lips against the shell of my ear. “Sugar cookies are my weakness, and that’s all I can smell, Aisling. Your scent follows me in my dreams. I need you on my tongue, to fucking bathe in you.”

“Domh,” I whimper, and his eyes flutter closed.

“Fuck, you’ve been keeping that from me, haven’t you?” he rumbles. “Your sweet whimpers are mine. I want them all for myself.”

Flushing, I think about the scent that’s gone in my closet now, which is now a phantom memory I can’t help but chase. I understand so much better than Domh thinks I do, but I can’t say that. I want to stay in this moment with him.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for,” I rasp.

“Hmm. Sugar, I really do. I bet you make the prettiest noises when you come,” he rumbles.

Flushing, I bite my lip, shrugging. “I wouldn’t know,” I whisper.

“Fuck, I plan to change that,” he growls. “Telling me this is dangerous, baby girl. Let’s change the subject because you deserve better than a bathroom fuck.”

God, that escalated quickly.

Domh keeps his hand on my thigh as he smoothly changes the subject, but I’m still suffering as his hand continues to slide up. Soon, my eyes are fluttering as his thumb moves to rub over my covered pussy.

“Domh,” I moan softly. There’s enough people around chattering that they can’t hear, but his gemstone green eyes refuse to look away from me.

“My control is so damn thin around you,” he mutters. “I’ve wanted to tear a hole in these since you climbed into my truck, Sugar. I chose a very busy restaurant in the hopes it would help.”

“This is help?” I gasp.

His smile is predatory as he nods. “Mmhmm. If we were anywhere else, I’d already be under the table,” he says with a dark chuckle.

The food comes a moment later, and his hand moves away after squeezing my thigh. Breathing a sigh of both relief and sadness, I twitch my dress into place as we begin eating.

“I noticed the owner ofBrewed Awakeningcouldn’t stop glancing over at you. Who is he?” Domh asks curiously. There’s an undercurrent of possessiveness that I can hear clearly, making me smile around my bite of delicious curry.

“He gave me my first job,” I tell him, taking a sip of water. There’s some heat to my food, but it’s honestly perfect. “I picked up a part time job when I was in high school. I dropped out at sixteen and started working there full time, and his brother hired me at his bar. No, he didn’t really care that I was underaged.”

I skip over quite a bit that he probably already knows as my father’s lawyer, because it's so damn depressing. Talking about how you lived with your mother’s dead body just to keep a roof over your head isn’t good date talk.

“Okay then,” he says, mollified.

“Mr. Lars and Caleb were overprotective, but they did their best to make sure I was as safe as possible,” I explain. “I didn’t make it easy because I’m stubborn.”

“Being on your own couldn’t have been easy,” Dohm murmurs. He knows a bit about my past between things my father and I have told him. “You were a minor living on the streets, the authorities are always a concern.”

“Which is why I didn’t say a word, though they put things together on their own,” I admit, continuing to eat. “I haven’t seen either of them in over a year, but I was able to today. Caleb doesn’t usually go into the coffee shop, so it was a nice surprise.”

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