Thief(26)

“We need to leave now, or we won’t leave at all,” I say, sucking on his lower lip. “I just need to grab my bag.”

“Maybe we should just stay home,” he suggests, gaze now on my breasts. “I’ll cook for you here, after I’ve f*cked you on the kitchen table, and f*ck the car show. I’d rather spend the evening pleasing my woman.”

I put my hands on his chest and push him away. “We can do all that when we come back. Come on. You’re going to regret it if you don’t go,” I say, biting my lower lip. “Besides, making you wait all night,” I throw him my most seductive look, “the sex is going to be even hotter.”

I walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there, grab my bag, and wait near the door, so he has no option but to meet me there. He comes to the door, looking both grumpy and amused. I simply grin as he opens the front door and gestures for me to go first. I step outside, keys in my hand. After locking the door, we get into his car and drive to the restaurant. In the car, his hand rests on my thigh, his thumb moving in slow circles. As his hand moves higher up, I glance over at him and lean forward so I can place a kiss on his neck.

“Vi,” he growls.

I move away, shifting in my seat, kind of wishing we’d just had sex before we left the house, because now all I can think of is me laid out on the kitchen table, his head between my legs, and then me bent over said table, him moving behind me.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks in a deep, husky tone. “I know that look on your face.”

“Nothing,” I hedge, looking out the window.

His deep chuckle fills the car.

I squeeze my thighs together and try to think of other things instead of the talented man next to me, except it’s hard to when his presence fills the car.

“You know, I haven’t had you against the wall yet,” he rumbles. “Maybe we should do that tonight too.”

New images fill my mind.

Damn him!

“I think I’d like that,” I mumble, making him chuckle.

“Are you even hungry?”

I am, but not for food.

“Yes,” I reply, dragging the word out.

His hand tightens on my thigh.

“I’ve never have sex against a wall before,” I admit.

“Of course you haven’t,” he says simply. “Because we’ve never done it, so as far as I’m concerned, sex is completely new to you.”

I roll my eyes at his ridiculousness. “And how about you, Dash? Have you done it before?”

Of course he has, but I want to see what he says.

“Not with you, and you’re the only one who matters, so no.”

I look at him with wide eyes. “You can’t make up rules like that! You’ve probably been with heaps of women over the years, plus don’t get me started on how recently you were with another woman.”

“Are you grumpy because you’re turned on but I can’t take care of you right now? Because, for the record, I offered to stay home.”

I tighten my lips and scowl at him. “Don’t change the subject. We’ve both been with other people, and you pretending we haven’t is just silly.”

“Baby,” he says, groaning. “I just don’t want to think about you with another man. That’s it, all right? I don’t like it, so I don’t think about it. Ignorance is bliss.”

I lay my head on his shoulder. “Okay. I’m getting a little hungry now.”

“Good,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

“Food, cars, sex, and spooning,” I say, grinning up at him. “Pretty good line-up, don’t you think?”

“Stop being cute,” he says, changing lanes. “It just makes me want you more.”

“I’ll try.”

“Please do.”

We have a delicious dinner together, and spend an hour at the car show until Dash looks at me and says, “I want to go home. Now.”

I know he wants me from the look in his eye, so we go home, where he f*cks me against the wall, and then bends me over the kitchen table.

The man is so good in bed that I don’t care how many women he was with before me. It’s me who benefits from his experience.

And I get more than just his body.

I get everything that is Dash.

*****

A few days later, Dash’s sisters all come over for dinner. I can’t believe how much the twins have grown up, and just how beautiful they’ve become. They’re now eighteen years old and both in uni, living together in a house Dash bought for them. Mari’s dark hair is down her back, just above her butt, while Savannah wears hers in a short, blunt bob. Both styles suit them. Sierra works for a high fashion clothing store and loves life, living with her boyfriend and travelling whenever she can. Jasmine is currently overseas, so is the only one missing.

“So I hear the two of you are going on a little getaway?” Sierra says, looking between us.

“Yeah, just for three nights,” I reply. We booked everything yesterday, plane flights and accommodation, and I can’t wait.

“Sounds fun,” she replies, smirking at her brother.

“I’m so happy the two of you got back together,” Mari says, her bright blue eyes twinkling. “I always loved you, Vi, even as a kid. I remember you looking after us when we were sick once, and at Dash’s basketball games.”