Page 53 of The Lies I've Told
His eyes met mine, and it was there again, that frightening intensity that seemed to pull me in like a goddamn tractor beam. I felt like I was flying and falling at the same time, and heaven help me if I didn’t want it to end.
“I remember every minute of that night. Every bloody second. And, when I look at you, I can’t help but want to pull you into my arms and make you relive it all, so you can know the misery I’ve been living for the past two days, knowing I’ll never have it again.”
My heart was running rapid in my chest at his confession, and my breath ran ragged. “Make me remember,” I said without thinking.
I was done thinking.
I’d thought through every aspect of my affair with Lorenzo, and look where it’d gotten me.
Jobless and miserable.
Nope, no more thinking. My loins were driving the bus now, and they were headed straight for the sexy British guy sitting next to me.
“I need to know that you’re serious,” he growled, that panty-melting ferocity seeping from his eyes once again.
I tried not to gulp. “I am.”
“Good. Then, let’s go grab dinner.”
“Wait? What?” I found myself saying, my thighs still clenched from the sexual tension ricocheting between us.
“We haven’t eaten all day, and for what I have planned, you’re going to need more than just a handful of candy.”
The look he gave me meant nothing but business as he gestured to the road. I did as he’d instructed, my insides doing double flips as I put the car in drive.
“Plus, there’s a hotel next to the restaurant, if I’m not mistaken.”
My face spread into a nice wide grin as I bit down on my bottom lip.
Now, he was speaking my language.
Dinner between us was like a long-drawn-out hour of foreplay.
The appetizer consisted of fervent stares, a subtle gaze here and there, and I threw in a playful laugh to top it off.
By the time our waiter came by and we ordered our food, I was so horny; I didn’t know if I could actually concentrate on real food when Aiden’s large hand was wrapped around mine, his thumb slowly circling the tender skin of my palm down the length of my wrist and back again.
Like he was memorizing every inch.
It seemed like such an innocent thing to anyone watching us, but inwardly, I was on fire. A burning inferno as I quietly watched him trace lines up and down my arm.
“Why are we even here?” I finally asked.
“I told you,” he simply stated.
I rolled my eyes. “I know; I heard. But do we really need to sit down and have a meal? Can’t we just get takeout?”
A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned forward. “No.”
“You’re frustrating. I thought guys were all about instant gratification.”
“Melt versus crunch, remember? I don’t think this has anything to do with gender.”
I had known that M&M conversation would eventually come back to bite me in the ass. “Okay, fine. But don’t think I plan on making this easy for you. I’m going to lick barbecue sauce off pretty much everything on my plate. Including my fingers.”
He chuckled before pulling my hand to his lips and kissing each digit, one by one. “Or you can eat quickly, and I could lick barbecue sauce off of you when we get to the hotel room.”
I nearly choked on my own saliva as the words rolled off his tongue.
