Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(10)
Our drinks arrived and we both eagerly took a sip. It was cool and refreshing. We ordered our meals, and the waitress just slipped away unnoticed as we continued on with our conversation. I told him about my teaching career, and he remarked that all those teenaged boys must be failing because how could they possibly concentrate on work when they were all mentally undressing me. I laughed. He was such a flirt. He was so terribly sexy, and made me feel electrified.
Dan had been handsome in a cowboy rugged sort of way. But never had he made me feel like this, so wanton with expectations of what I did not know. He had been a trusted friend who I knew wouldn’t hurt me and the only person I had willingly wanted to have sex with. He had been like a teacher, a confidante, someone who understood my situation and was willing to take it slow and be patient with me. Dan knew about the rape, and had helped me to get over my fear of sex. He had been patient and had always made sure I was ready and willing. Victor had no patience, I could tell, and there would be nothing slow about what we were going to do later tonight. Victor was exciting, pure sex on wheels, no holds barred. But, he made me want to do things I had never dreamt of, had only read about in romance novels or seen on television. Dan was about the basics, teaching me about my body, and how not to be afraid. Victor scared me a little, but not in a fearful way, in an exhilarating, adrenalin-charged way, in a curiosity kills the cat kind of way.
Our dinner arrived, steaks with green beans for me, a baked potato for him. We ate, leisurely, talked, and more margaritas arrived. I didn’t even notice he had ordered them, or that I had even finished the first one, but the waitress was taking the empty glasses away. He sat next to me on the green faux leather seats, and his hand kept straying to my thighs, brushing them lightly, stroking them gently. My senses were on high alert, and yet my brain was dulled by the Cuervo, a sensual heady combination.
“Are you ready?” His eyebrow arched devilishly at me asking my permission.
“Yes.” I was ready.
He called the waitress over, paid the bill, and helped me to scoot across the seat holding my hand behind his back as he escorted me out of the now crowded restaurant. I trailed behind him through the waiting patrons near the restaurant’s entrance feeling a little light-headed from the two double margaritas. We were back to his car in quick time, and he swung me around and pressed me against the passenger side of the car pushing his erection into me. He buried his head into my neck, and confessed in my ear, “I have been hard for you all night!”
His lips found mine, as one hand began to stroke my thigh inching up higher under the hem of my dress. Instinctively I raised one leg and pulled him in closer to me. My pulse quickened as his fingers inched closer to my loins. When the tips of his fingers reached the lace of my panties my legs began to shake and I felt a quivering rush deep inside of me. Heat pooled at my core. I moaned his name and breathlessly groaned out, “Oh Victor, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. I want you, inside of me.” And like magic granting my wish, two fingers moved my panties aside, and slowly, achingly slow, began to insert themselves into the center of my being. Victor’s other hand caressed the side of my breast, as he continued to kiss me in a crushing kiss that drove me wild. He devoured me. He consumed me. I couldn’t think. I could only feel, as this sense of fullness began to fill me. His thumb circled my core, two, then three times, slowly, leisurely, and I groaned and pushed into him. I was wet, so very wet. In and out, over and over again with those wicked fingers, I felt myself begin to move in time to his rhythm. A building pleasure and excitement coursed through my veins. I clenched around his fingers as he began to withdraw them once more, he insert them again, and again. I felt like I was going to cum. I was close.
I had to feel him, too. My hands had been roaming restlessly over his well-defined back, and the muscles there. I scratched lightly at first, then dug into him alternating with caresses, my palms on his back. I slipped one hand between us and felt his dick through his pants. It was big, and hard. I felt it pulsing in my hand through the material, and he savagely broke the kiss, and tilted his head, back to say my name. “Monica, softer. Not so hard, baby.” I lightened my touch. He returned to kissing me.
We heard laughter behind us, and both froze frustrated and panting for air. He rested his forehead on mine for a second breathing hard, trying to regain control, and then he pulled back and gave me that grin. The grin that was just a little lop sided, and made that delicious dimple appear in his cheek. It was sexy as hell.
“Your place, now!” His eyes, ice blue, glittered and smoldered with white flame. How the heck we were going to make it to my place without ripping each other’s clothes off, I didn’t know.
The drive to my home was done quickly and silently. As I fumbled with my keys and the lock in my excitement, I could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone. I reached to the wall to pick up the receiver of my cordless phone as Victor trailed behind me. I was mumbling something about my sister calling to check in, but clear thoughts were eluding me as his hands were already on my back and ass, and lifting the hem of my dress. I put the receiver to my ear, but couldn’t concentrate, and barely heard my sister say, “Hi! How was dinner?” Victor had turned me around and had me up against the wall in the hallway between my kitchen and living room. He was already trailing kisses along my neck, and collarbone and stroking my thighs. I was feverish with desire and a fine film of perspiration coated my entire body.