You Will Be Mine (Forever and Ever #7)(6)

“Well, please knock on the door.”

Judging by his reaction, he still wasn’t going to.

I decided to just let it go. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” He looked down at me again, eyeing my legs under the dress. Then he stepped closer to me, his eyes dark. He slowly herded me against the wall then pressed his body into mine. “I like this. A lot.”

I moved my hands up his chest. “I like this.”

“What?” he asked. “The jacket or the shirt?”

“Neither.” I gave him a meaningful look then pressed my hands further into his chest.

A quiet growl escaped his lips. His eyes were dark but playful at the same time. His messy hair and strong jaw made him beautiful in an obvious way. The light hair on his face made him seem rugged. I could stare at that face forever.

His hands moved to my hips and he slowly lifted my dress, exposing my black thong underneath.

“I like this too,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” I undid the button of his jeans and heard him take a loud breath. When I slid them down, his boxers were revealed. “I like this.”

He gripped my thong and started to pull it down.

I knew where this was going and we would be late for dinner, but I didn’t care anymore.

He kneeled as he pulled my panties off all the way. Then he kissed my inner thighs as he moved up. He placed a gentle kiss at the apex of my thighs, making me shake slightly, and then he rose again.

I yanked his boxers off aggressively, not being delicate like he was.

“Eager?” A cocky grin was on his face.

“Shut up.”

He gripped me then lifted me, my back against the wall. His cheek was pressed to mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I hope you don’t mind if we’re late.”

“No.” My voice came out as a plea. I gripped him and held on.

“Good, because this is going to take a while.” He kissed the corner of my mouth gently. “I’m not going to stop until your legs shake, you scream, and your landlord evicts you.”

“Sounds good to me.”

***

Arsen was apprehensive about walking inside the restaurant.

“I don’t get you,” I said. “You’re fearless when you ride a motorcycle without a helmet, but you can’t go on a double date with me?”

He shot me a glare. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“How?” I demanded.

“The more people who know about me, the more there are to tell you to stay clear of me.” He accompanied his sentence with a sigh.

“No one is going to say that.”

He gave me a doubtful look.

“And if they did, I wouldn’t care.”

“Even worse…”

“We’re already late as it is,” I said in an annoyed voice.

“Whose fault is that?” he demanded.

“Not mine,” I said. “You’re the one who came onto me.”

“You’re the one who had to wear that dress,” he snapped.

I grabbed his hand. “Let’s just go in. I’m starving.”

“What’s new?” he teased.

We headed inside then found Denise and her date at a table.

“Hey!” Denise smiled and waved. A margarita was in front of her. Her cheeks were slightly red like she already had too many drinks.

“Hey.” I reached their table then hugged her. “Cute jacket.”

“Nice dress.” She eyed me. “Or shirt…I can’t tell.”

I hit her arm playfully. “Who’s this handsome guy next to you?”

Her date smiled. “Shane.” He extended his hand to shake mine. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too. I’m Silke.” I pulled Arsen next to me. “This is my boyfriend, Arsen.”

“Hey, man.” Arsen shook hands with him then stepped back.

Denise eyed Arsen then turned to Shane. “You should get a leather jacket.”

Shane laughed it off. “I’ll think about it.”

We moved to our seats and Arsen quickly pulled out the chair for me and gave me a hesitant look, like he wasn’t sure if he did it right.

I smiled, feeling warm, and then sat down.

Arsen settled beside me and sat up straight. He usually slouched and did whatever he wanted. He’d even put his feet on the table if he could get away with it. Arsen grabbed a menu and handed it to me. Then he looked at his own.

“Why are you guys late?” Denise blurted.

“Traffic,” I said vaguely.

“Was there an accident?” Shane asked.

“No,” Arsen said. “When Silke said traffic, she meant we were fucking.”

Shane looked extremely awkward. “Oh…alright. Cool.”

I shot him a glare. “They didn’t need to know that.”

“Like we weren’t thinking it anyway,” Denise said. “Did he make you come?”

“Denise, you’re already drunk,” I said.

“Twice,” Arsen answered.

Denise leaned toward me. “I need to start dating bad boys.”

Shane shot her an irritated look.

“He’s not a bad boy,” I said. “He just tries to act like it.”