Page 8 of Mr. Silver
Scott
Her mum hinted that there’s a very good reason why she keeps herself shut off from the world. I’m determined to discover exactly what that is by the end of the night. She’s doing her best to act like I don’t affect her, but I know it’s all a lie. Her body talks to me in a way I’ve not experienced before and I know exactly what it wants, what it craves. I intend to fulfil her every single desire. Her mum told us to have fun, and that is exactly what’s going to happen.
“What’s this place?” she asks, her brows drawn together in confusion.
“I didn’t think you’d appreciate a swanky restaurant, so I thought I’d bring you to my favourite instead.” A smile twitches at her lips, but I can tell she’s fighting it. “Come on. They’re expecting us.”
I lead her into the Tapas restaurant I visit pretty regularly and we’re immediately seated in my usual spot at the back.
“So…Miss Walsh. What’s your poison? Red or white?” I ask when I see the waiter walking over.
“Oh…um…neither. I don’t drink.”
“Just a bottle of sparkling water,” I say the second the waiter comes to a stop at our table. “And my usual dishes please, doubled.”
“Of course, Mr. Hudson.”
“You’re more than welcome to drink,” she offers once we’re alone.
“No, it’s okay. I’d rather be fully focused on you.” Her cheeks blush once again, and I reach out across the table for her hand. She hesitates but allows her fingers to twist with mine.
“So…Miss Walsh…”
“It’s Fearne,” she corrects me.
“Okay, Fearne. After that assembly this morning you know quite a bit about me, but I hardly know anything about you.”
“There’s not much to tell,” she admits.
“That can’t possibly be true. A woman as beautiful as you must have some stories.”
A dark look crosses her face but she masks it so fast I almost question if I really saw it.
“Not really.”
“So…teaching. Have you always wanted to be a teacher?”
That gets her going. She starts talking about her desire to help young people make a good start in life, but if I’m honest the words she says totally pass me by as I just take in her dedication and enthusiasm. That is what’s different from most of the other women I meet. They all want something from me, whereas Fearne just wants to give to others. It’s something I admire. It’s also something I share. The fact I built what I have from nothing is never far from my mind. I always try to give back to the people who helped me.
“Mm, this is incredible,” she moans, popping a bit of chorizo into her mouth. Her eyes roll back in pleasure and my cock twitches. Everything she does drives me crazy, and yet she has no idea.
“Not as incredible as dessert’s going to be.”
Her eyes flash to mine and I know instantly that she understands I’m not talking about food.
“Is that right?”
“You’ve no idea.”
Her eyes darken, and the second she squirms in her seat I have to fight to stop myself from dragging her from the restaurant and doing what needs to be done in the back of my damn car.
“You live here?”she asks, confusion written all over her face as she looks at my Porsche parked exactly where we left it earlier.
“I do. It was pretty convenient. Come on, I’ve got better things to do than stare at my car.”
Her hand trembles slightly in mine as I guide her to my private elevator. I can see she’s questioning whether coming here with me is the right thing to do, but there was no way we were ending this night anywhere but in my bed.
The second the doors slide closed inside the elevator, I stalk towards her. She backs up, but I can see in her eyes that it’s not because she doesn’t want this. It’s very much the opposite.
Once she’s bumped up against the handrail, I lift my arm and grip the back of her neck.
“The last few hours have been torture.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, instead slamming my lips back down on hers and resuming what we started earlier.
Her hands slip inside my jacket and I groan in pleasure as they grip my sides and pull us closer together. Her soft curves press against the hard planes of my body.
We line up fucking perfectly.
She goes to pull away when the elevator dings to announce our arrival, but I’m not having any of it. With our lips still connected, I push her skirt up her legs and lift her. She gasps in surprise but has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist as I carry her towards the bedroom.
