Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(19)

"I want to.  I'm taking him to that Cuban place we love."

"Oh, well then, I'll take you up on that."

"Your usual?"

She nodded and smiled, giving me a thumbs up.

I took him to a movie first.  An action flick that had been out for several weeks.  The theatre was deserted without another soul in sight, and he seemed more interested in touching me than watching the movie.

I didn't know what to make of that.  This was supposed to be a first date, not an excuse to get off in public again.

That being said, I wanted to get off again.  I wasn't proud of it, but my resolve was weakening with every touch.

"Don't you like the movie?" I asked.

He was plastered to my side, kissing my neck, his hand teasing my thigh.  "I don't know.  I can't pay attention."

"Are you bored?"

He was panting in my ear.  "Bored?"  His hand found my aching cock.  "Does this feel bored to you?"

I swallowed, my hand finally sliding off my knee onto his.  "This is supposed to be a first date.  I don't hook up on first dates."

"Let's have our first date another time then.  Let's call this something else, something where this ends with you f**king me, or me giving you a hand job in a movie theatre."

I shook my head, trying not to smile, not to encourage his audacity.

I grabbed his hand, pulling it off me, then linking our fingers together.

He seemed okay, even content, with that, squeezing my hand and shooting me happy smiles.

I didn't know what to make of that.  Did he think I'd only been asking him out to hookup?

Things were going well up until the short walk from the theatre to the restaurant, when he grabbed my hand where anyone could see.

I shook him off, shooting him a look.  "Knock it off!  Not in public, okay?"

He looked baffled.  "What does it matter?"

"We could run into someone we know.  We're only a ten minute walk from the crew hotel."

That shut him up for a while.  The silence was more than awkward.  It was full of questions I didn't want to answer, but that I knew he'd be asking and soon.

Finally, he pressed the issue.  "So you're not out.  Not at all.  You're hiding it."

I hated the way he said it, like I was doing something wrong.  I felt instantly defensive.  "It's no one's business but mine.  I like my privacy, okay?"

He went quiet again, for the rest of the walk, and I hated it.

We'd ordered our food and were one drink into the meal when he came out of it.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his lovely black eyes warm.  "I'm being a jerk.  You have a right to your privacy.  I won't say anything.  I mean, we can keep this under wraps as long as you need."

I just nodded, not knowing what to say.  I couldn't reassure him in any way.  No matter how this went, be it one date or one hundred, I wasn't planning to make it or us common knowledge.  I'd been too fiercely secretive about my preferences for too long to change it on a whim.

"You know you can trust me, right?" he questioned, looking earnest.  "I'm sure you've heard awful things about me but . . . they aren't true.  I'm not a liar, and I don't spread gossip."

"I do trust you," I said simply.  And I found that I did.  I didn't know him well yet, but I knew enough.

He gave me the sweetest smile I'd ever seen.  "Thank you.  You—you're everything I wanted you to be, you know that?"

I couldn't hold back a grin.  "I'm not sure what to make of that."

"I've seen you before, though you didn't notice me.  I've watched you, and heard about you . . . fantasized about you.  I was hoping you were this great guy, and well, you are.  It makes me really happy."

That made me pretty happy, too.  He had a way of softening me, right from the start.

I wanted to, but I didn't last three dates before hooking up with him again.  Not even close.

I dropped off Bianca's takeout and walked him to his room.

Things got out of hand after that.

I meant just to kiss him goodnight on the cheek.  He turned his head and didn't catch my mouth so much as put his in my path.

Once we started kissing, I was done for.

I had one brief moment of almost sanity when I saw that he'd been prepared for this, that he'd planned for it, everything laid out, and I almost held back.

"I was hoping," he told me with a sweet smile and a sweeter kiss.  "I wasn't expecting.  Just hoping."

I nodded curtly and let him roll the condom on, my hands running over him, gripping into his hair, kneading at his flesh.  More than anything, I just wanted to touch him, to have full contact, skin on skin, but my control failed me in the face of his sweet, giving submission.

I backed him into his room and had him.  I bent him over a chair, jerking him off with my hand while I f**ked him from behind.

"I'm sorry," I breathed into his back when I'd buried myself to the hilt.  "I know I'm big.  I'm trying not to be rough."