Another step forward. She’s in my personal space now, only inches between us.
“And yet.” Her hand placed on my chest, her head tilted back, her eyes locked on mine. The temptation is real. I manage to wait, holding myself in place. I need to hear her words; more than I think I need my next breath. “I don’t wanna leave.”
I’ll make sure she never regrets giving me those words.
I wrap her in my arms and back her up against my car. She’s now trapped between me and a giant heap of metal, she has nowhere to go and no way to escape.
Lowering myself to her level, our lips meet in a heated kiss.
“I told you that you were the girl of my dreams.”
“I didn’t believe you.”
“I know, but now’s the time I start convincing you.” I wink and start backing away. I’m afraid if I don’t get away from her fast enough, I might do something I might later regret. Like, get arrested for indecent exposure.
7
Veronica
“I’ve made reservations at seven different restaurants, bought movie tickets for two different movies, and bribed a guy down at the winter fair to keep the Ferris Wheel on until late.”
“Wow. I don’t think we’ll have time to do all of that tonight.” I try biting back my smirk, but I’m not sure if it works.
“You’re funny.” It sounds more like a revelation than an accusation. He’s surprised to find me messing with him.
“Yes, that was a joke.” I grab my coat and purse from the sideboard and lock the door behind me. With no idea where we were going or what we would be doing, I dressed accordingly. A silver glittery top, tight - stretchy - jeans, and ballet flats. Not over the top, comfortable and yet, I still feel pretty.
It’s all about balance.
Not to mention my brand-new sparkly purse - got to have somewhere to store all this confidence.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like. I just wanted tonight to go well, and I didn’t want to chance anything going wrong.”
Aww.
Instead of cooing at his sweetness, I smile. It’s been such a long time since a guy’s put any thought at all into our date, and here’s Hayden aiming for perfection.
At the curb, he opens the passenger side door for me and I slide in feeling like I’m in a Disney princess movie. As he rounds the front of the car, I scan him - slyly checking him out while I have the chance. He looks nice, really nice. His jeans and knitted sweater give me some comfort that we’re not going anywhere too extravagant.
“What are the choices for tonight?”
He slips in, shuts the door, and moves across the console in seconds. His lips press softly against mine in a welcome greeting.
Well, hello.
“You look amazing.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” So good in fact that I’m considering asking to skip the date and head straight back to his place. But he wanted to spend time getting to know me, not just my body. I predict that we’ll be doing both tonight.
I press another chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back entirely. “So, where to?”
“We have a table at Spartan House, Chili’s, Shanghai Garden, Su-”
“Oh, yes. Shanghai Garden. I love that place.”
“Shanghai Garden, it is.”
Dinner was amazing, as it always is at the Shanghai Garden. The restaurant setting alone would be enough to salvage any date, there are both indoor and outdoor seating areas. As we walk back to the car, full and a lot more relaxed than before, I’m sad the date is coming to a close.
It was one heck of a date. We’ve spent hours talking about anything, and everything under the sun. I learned all about his family, his seemingly boring job, and how, at the age of nine, Hayden had been so obsessed with the Flash that he used to sleep in his costume. After that confession, all bets were off. I even admitted that I had been a cheerleader in high school - and I don’t ever tell anyone that.
“No way.”
“Way.”
“How’s that possible? You do not seem like the cheerleading type, no offense.”
“None taken.
“I still don’t know if I believe you, I would’ve noticed you.” We’re taking our time as we wander back to the car. I don’t think either of us are really ready to end the night.
Stopping at the car, Hayden makes no move to actually get in.
“I don’t want this date to ever end,” he whispers while taking a step closer. Pulling my jacket tighter around my waist, I reciprocate, closing the gap between us by another foot. We’re chest to chest, his heat seeping through the lining of my jacket, our breath turning the cold air misty.
On my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. The kiss is soft at first, both of us just drinking in the moment. I part my lips and let my tongue trace his bottom lip. This elicits a groan from Hayden before he pulls away.
If I wasn’t already confident that he liked me, I’d be seriously questioning that movement.
“Do you wanna take a walk?”
“Or we could head back to your place?”
“Oh god, yes.” His relief brings a smile to my lips. His lips press to mine once more before reaching out and opening the passenger side door.
I chew on the inside of my cheek as Hayden straps himself in. The excitement in the air is thick, palpable, but it has nothing on the anticipation that twists in my belly.
8
Hayden
Veronica’s back rests against the side of the house, as I simultaneously kiss down the column of her neck and search for my keys. My dick strains against my jeans as I press my hips against hers. This is far too distracting.
“Fuck.” I pull away to get the key in the lock and shove at the front door.
We’re in the exact same scenario as we have been the last three nights. So impatient to get to the bedroom that everything else flies right out the window.
This week has been utter perfection. We’ve been on three dates and have ended back up at my place after every one.
Yesterday, I finally told Veronica to just pack a bag. It would be a time saver.
I kick the door shut behind us and two steps into the house, Veronica is in my arms, legs hooked around my waist. I make the blind trek through to my bedroom and take a seat on the bed.
Veronica stays seated on my lap, her legs spreading wider to accommodate my body. Her dress, while short, still has too much material for my liking. I pull away from the kiss to whip the dress over her head.
Left in nothing but her underwear, I grunt at the sight of the hot pink lace. Oh, baby girl treats me good.
My lips retrace the column of her neck, all the way down to her chest, which heaves as I pull the cups of her bra down. I watch, almost in pain, as she leans back with her hands on my knees.
It’s like she’s offering herself up for my taking. I delve in and take it all, everything I can get. Every little moan, every roll of her hips against mine - I want it all.
Sucking on one nipple and rolling the other between my fingers, I revel in the feel of her heat pressed against my jeans. Her hips move against mine; I meet her every thrust until a soft mewl escapes her mouth.