Page 15 of Knight

“What is this place? I’ve never been here.”

“It’s a jazz club. I love it here. I can sit and listen to them play all night. The music starts playing in about an hour. I figured we can chat while we have a few drinks and eat some food before they start. Then we can just relax with drinks and listen to the music.” I smile. That actually sounds really nice.

The maître d’ greets us warmly. He clearly knows Jackson and is happy to see him. “Your usual table is ready for you, Mr. Knight. Sabrina will show you to your table.”

Jackson puts his hand into the small of my back to lead me to the table. He has touched me every second since we left the house. He held my hand to the car, in the car, into the restaurant, and now his hand is on my back.

The hostess leads us to a semi-circular booth where we sit next to each other. Jackson immediately puts his arm around me and pulls me close to him. I shut my eyes at the closeness.

I take in a deep breath, and then exhale. That may have been a mistake. He smells amazing and it’s overwhelming me.

I turn to him. “Yourusual table? Is this where you bring all the ladies from your fan club,” I ask cheekily.

The corner of his mouth rises. “I’ve actually never brought a woman here. I usually come here by myself just to relax. It’s kind of my happy place to get away from the craziness of life. Sort of like Caps hockey games with your father are for you.”

I’m a little surprised at everything he just said. He’s never brought a woman to his happy place until me, and he remembered what I said about the Caps games with my father being so special. He definitely listens to me when I speak.

The waiter comes to take our drink orders. Jackson orders himself a whiskey and me a Tito’s with club soda andseverallimes. He looks at me when he says the wordseveral. We both smile.

When the waiter leaves, he turns to me, putting his hand on my exposed leg. “Have I told you how beautiful and sexy you look tonight?”

“You have. About seven times, but thank you. I don’t tire of hearing it. You’re very good for my ego.”

He slides his hand up a bit, so that now it’s partially under my skirt. I place my hand on top of his, silently letting him know that’s it. No higher. He doesn’t push it.

He’s moving his thumb in circles on my thigh as we chat. Truth be told, it’s turning me on. I’m not sure he realizes that he’s doing it anymore, but having not been touched for so long, the smallest amount of touch right now is doing things to me. Jackson touching me is doing things to me.

The Darian of years ago would have encouraged him to keep going. The current Darian knows this is our first date and I need to keep things moving slowly for my own sanity.

After about twenty minutes of talking, we begin to look at the menu. “What’s good here? What do you normally get?”

“Honestly, the food isn’t that great here. It’s really all about the ambiance and the music.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not a foodie, and never really care about the food at all. As long as there are good drinks and good company, I’m a happy woman.” That’s the truth. I could care less about food. Drinks and company are all that matter to me.

“That you shall have.” At his suggestion, we order a few appetizers to share and another round of drinks.

Despite needing at least one hand, sometimes two, for the food and drink, there is always a part of his body touching a part of mine. I’m finding it very distracting. Nonetheless, we manage to eat, drink, and talk some more until the music starts. He’s extremely easy to talk to.

The lights eventually go down, and the jazz band starts.

The music can best be described as sensual. I’ve never really been into jazz, but this place and the music are kind of sexy. It’s very soothing. I can understand why he loves it here so much, and why he finds it relaxing. We’re really enjoying listening to the music.

After a few songs, he leans over and starts to kiss my neck. That’s my Achilles heel. I’m powerless against a man kissing my neck. It’s always driven me wild. I tilt my head a bit to the side to give him better access. I can feel him smiling against my neck when I do.

He’s got one arm around me, one hand on my thigh, and his lips are moving up and down my neck. I’m on sensory overload.

I let it go on for a few minutes, but then I’m finding that I need more. I take my hand to his face and guide his lips toward mine. We kiss slowly and tenderly at first, until we are full-on making out.

I couldn’t tell you the last time I just made out in the middle of a public place. I’m so turned on. I seem to have completely lost control of myself and the fact that I’m sitting in a restaurant.

I must be out of my mind because I take my other hand and place it on his cock. He’s hard as a rock, and it seems to be taking up an awful lot of space in his jeans. I start rubbing him.

He moans and moves his hand further up my thigh. I’m completely lost in the moment. I spread my legs a few inches in invitation. He pulls away from our kiss and looks at me in the eyes, out of breath from our kiss. His stare is intense, and his eyes are full of want.

I look around to see if anyone is watching, but it’s so dark in here. No one can see under the table, and everyone’s eyes seem to be on the musicians anyway.

He keeps moving his hand up my thigh until he reaches my lace underwear and pulls it to the side. He sweeps his fingers through my drenched lips, and I nearly buck off of my seat. I’m going out of my mind.

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