Page 39 of Blood & Loyalties
I rolled my eyes and cocked my hip out with my hand on it. “You wish.” The sarcasm in my voice had me smiling. Jag punched him in the shoulder.
The drive to the restaurant was electric. The inside of the car had a magnetic pull that was sending every single one of my nerves into overdrive. Again, I had to wonder why was he making all of these gestures? Why was he trying to pull me deeper into him? He had to see that I was falling hard for him and the pain that was inevitable would be crushing. So, why more? Why keep trying to knock my socks off when they were so far away from my body they were in another state?
Not to mention that my body wanted him with everything inside of me.
I cleared my thoughts when Jag’s hand gave mine a small squeeze. I turned to face him.
“Baby, I can smell your pussy from here.” I jolted, my body instantly flushing. “You ready for me?”
“God, yeah,” I whimpered, cursing myself for the show of weakness. He did it to me every damn time, though. If I was standing, my knees would have buckled.
I watched as his hand moved to my thigh, and he squeezed hard. I opened my legs like the hussy I was, giving him access to my ache. His hand teased up and down my jeans, and I could feel every touch on my pussy. Needing more, I gripped his hand and pressed it to my body.
His lips met my ear. “Greedy,” he whispered, and I melted.
I moved my hand as he continued to rub with the occasional pinch in the perfect spot. I moaned and moved my hips in tune with his rough movements as my body heated to overload. His hand then moved quickly away.
“What!”
He smiled at me and winked, fucking winked.
“We’re here.” He leaned in close. “That’ll get you primed for me later.”
“You’re not leaving me like this all through dinner,” I whined, but I didn’t care because my body needed release. Bad. I couldn’t concentrate on all that was Jag when my body was humming for him.
“Oh, I can and will. Come.” He held out his hand to me, which I tentatively grabbed and he pulled me out of the car.
In front of us was an old mom and pop shop that made wonderful Italian food. I had been there several times, and the place was always packed. My stomach growled, and Jag’s deep, throaty laugh had me blushing.
“See, I need to feed you first.”
I cut my eyes up at him, giving him my fuck-you stare, but when my stomach growled again, I relented and followed him into the place.
“Ah, Mr. Maratelli, so glad you could be with us tonight.” A short, balding man with a white, button-up shirt and black pants greeted us a bit too cheerfully. I knew he owned the place, and my dad had talked to him many times, but I didn’t really know him. “And, Miss Lambardoni, it is a pleasure.” When he lifted his hand, I extended mine to his. He kissed it softly, and I smiled. “Come!” He clapped his hands energetically.
Hulk and Scraper waited by the door, not following us, which I thought was odd.
I looked up at Jag who silently shook his head. Then his hand came to the small of my back, setting it on fire as we walked through the doors and into the restaurant where I gasped loudly. Oh, my God. Shock resonated through me as I took in the room around me.
Not a soul was in sight. No one. The only thing in the large room was a small table in the center with two chairs and a bottle of wine.
I turned to Jag, my jaw a bit slack. “You did this?” I couldn’t help the surprise in my voice. Really? This man kept turning me inside out. As if dinner with him wouldn’t be romantic enough, he had to clear the entire place out so it was just us.
“I did.” He led me to the table and pulled out the chair for me to sit in then took the chair next to mine.
A single lavender rose was placed in front of me, and I had no idea where it had come from. It wasn’t on the table two minutes before. My heart clenched as I took the rose from Jag’s extended hand.
“Thank you.” I smelled the rose, the scent invading my senses. I loved this smell. Part of me wanted to clutch the rose to my chest and hold onto it for dear life.
His hand brushed my cheek, and his thumb tugged at my bottom lip. “You are more than welcome. You deserve this and so much more.”
My heart fluttered. I wanted to tell it to stop, but I was too far gone, too lost in his eyes to care that my heart would be shattered into bits. I loved every second of this.
I reached up and pulled his face to mine, kissing him with all the thank you I could muster. When I pulled away, his face was lit up with lust and there was a spark in his eye, one that I’ve caught myself having in the mirror as I thought of Jag. I wanted to pull on it, drag it out of him, but I didn’t. I just enjoyed that small moment.
“I ordered ahead. Are you ready to eat?” I nodded silently, afraid of the words that would leave my lips at that moment.
Jag glanced over at the waiters who came out from behind closed doors with food in hand, setting one plate down of salad and a bowl with soup. “The soup is vegetable minestrone, and you have Caesar salad.” As the waiter moved quickly away, I looked down and quirked my brows, wondering where the hell the other food was.
