Page 30 of Boss Me Not

The first few minutes were silent. The crashing of the waves echoed around us, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was filled with tension and longing. And I didn’t believe that was only on my end, because every time I snuck a glance at her, she was looking at me too. In those glimpses, I saw so much desire in her eyes it was torture.

The way, and with such intensity, I wanted her was utterly new to me. I didn’t only want sex. I wanted to spend hours exploring her body. Hours making her feel good. All goddamn night inside her if she’d let me. And then hold her in my arms until morning. That was something I’d never even considered before now.

“This is good.”

I looked up, blinking at her. “Huh?”

Shit. I’d zoned out again. I tried to hide the smirk, but I failed.

She shook her head. “The food. It’s really good.” She popped a piece of potato in her mouth and moaned around the fork.

I stared at her, totally tuned in to her every move as she brought the fork out of her mouth slowly, running her tongue along the underside. Images of her taking my cock into her pretty little mouth in exactly the same way flashed through my mind. I shifted, fighting off a groan.

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she forked another piece and then repeated the same motions.

“You like teasing me?” I raised a brow.

“I like the way you make me feel when you look at me like that.” She brought the fork back to her mouth and took a bite.

I mimicked the action, taking another bite of my own food. “How do I look at you?” Could she see the intense desire that I constantly felt around her?

“Like you want to rip my clothes off and have your way with me.”

I nodded. “It’s so much more than that, Angie. And it’s a first for me.” I held her gaze, hoping she could see the truth behind my words. “I’m dying to taste you?—”

Her breath hitched and her pupils dilated. But I wasn’t done.

“To touch you, explore every inch of your body, then make you come on my cock over and over again until we’re both spent.”

Her eyes darkened to an almost black and her gorgeous tits heaved up and down as her breathing sped up.

“But then I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.” I reached across the table and laid my hand on top of hers. “And I’ll spend however long it’ll take showing you exactly that.”

After another minute of silence, she spoke in a barely there whisper. “I want that too. All of that.”

Part of me came alive with excitement at what her words meant, but then I quickly squashed that excitement. I wanted—no, needed—her to be sure. Because the minute I had her, she would be mine.

I swallowed and took a breath, putting together my thoughts before opening my mouth. It wasn’t something that came easy, but I had to be better, and she made me want to do that.

“Angie,” I reached across the table again and took her hand. “I want you to be sure.” I shook my head when she opened her mouth to respond and went on, “Tonight I want to eat dinner with you and then sit together by the fire. We don’t have to rush the other stuff.”

She let out a sigh and smiled at me. “When you say the most perfect things like that, it makes me want you more.”

I brought my fork to my mouth again. “I’m not trying to say perfect things, only honest things.”

She shook her head and began eating again. “Tell me how you became Instagram famous.”

I groaned. Jesus, I should have seen this coming, but the last thing I wanted to do was talk about one of my exes.

“My sister said you dated one of my favorite actresses, so I gotta know.”

I nodded. “Kennedy was great, and our relationship was okay. But she was filming a TV show when we started dating, and I was in my sophomore year of college. So we barely saw each other. And I don’t think either of us was invested enough to make it work.”

“Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?”

Fuck. I’d be lying if I said her being able to read me so well didn’t freak me out a bit. I pushed my plate away and sat back in my chair.

“Honesty, remember?” She stared at me expectantly.

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