Love Online(33)

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The next evening, the line to get into York’s was long. While I preferred to sit down, order a meal, and not have to pick up my food like I was in a high school cafeteria, I could totally understand Ollie wanting to smell everything.

It had taken forever for five o’clock to roll around. I’d spent the day catching up on work emails and took out some of my nervous energy on the hotel gym equipment. I swam a few laps in the pool, too. Then my hand got a good workout in the shower as I rubbed one off to relieve the tension.

Now that I was with Eden again, it was clear that nothing I’d done today had worked to calm the adrenaline running through me. She looked stunning without even having to try—my gorgeous little hippie girl. She wore a long, flowy, white sundress. The material was so thin I could practically see through it. Her beautiful long, sandy brown hair was straighter than usual. She must have blown it out. And she was wearing a little eye makeup, even though normally she went au naturel.

She placed her hand on my arm. “I hope you like this place. I know it’s likely not what you would’ve chosen.”

“I bet it’s gonna be great if Ollie loves it so much. If the line ever moves, I’ll get to find out.”

“It’s always like this,” Ollie said. “But the food is worth it.”

“I trust your opinion, Ollie. After all, you loved my pie. You’re a man of good taste.”

Eden flashed me a huge smile, and as our eyes locked, we seemed to drift off into our own world.

Fuck, I want her.

Here we were in this busy restaurant line, and all I could think about was being inside of her. Ollie was playing with his iTouch, listening to something. It felt like Eden and I were the only two people in the room.

My heart raced. I knew in that moment that kissing her would be worth the risk. Unable to hold it in anymore, I placed my hand on her waist and pulled her closer to me, for the first time feeling her soft, supple breasts against my chest. I let out a shaky breath, because her body felt so damn good against mine.

She grabbed my shirt and dug her nails into my chest. There was something very erotic about that. It was like she read my mind—I’d fantasized about that very thing last night while watching her from the hotel.

The look in her eyes finally gave me the confirmation I needed. I slowly leaned in, and she pulled me closer. Her eyes turned hazy as she parted her lips, ready to receive my kiss.

The slight moan that escaped into my mouth made my dick harden. And there was no going back as I began to devour her mouth. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Her lips felt incredible as all of the sounds in the room faded away. I went all in, slipping my tongue out to fully taste her and circling it around hers.

Even though Ollie seemed to be into his game, I knew I had to stop before he noticed something or we got kicked out of this place.

Reluctantly pulling away, I looked at her and mouthed, “That felt so good.”

“I know,” she whispered.

I ran my thumb along her lips, so hungry for more.

“I heard you kiss,” Ollie said nonchalantly.

Eden’s face turned red as we both turned to him.

I cleared my throat. “You did, did you?”

“Yeah. Pretty gross,” he said without turning his attention away from his device.

“Don’t be rude, Ollie,” Eden scolded.

“That’s okay,” I said. “He’s entitled to his opinion. I used to think it was gross when my parents kissed. I get it.”

Ollie scrunched his nose. “Why do people even do it?”

Eden responded, “It’s a way of showing affection.”

“Why don’t you just hug? It’s less slobbery.”

“Because adults like to kiss. We don’t have to explain why,” she said.

I was a little stumped as to how to explain it to him, but I wanted to try. Then a thought popped into my head. “I can try to explain. Maybe when you’re older, you’ll get it. But a hug—it’s like ice cream, right? Nice and sweet. Very good. But a kiss, with the right person, it’s like the full sundae with warm chocolate sauce, whipped cream—the whole shebang. It makes you feel giddy. You know how when you’re eating something and all of a sudden you start humming to yourself because it’s so good? That’s what kissing is like.”

“Remind me not to get a sundae for dessert.”

Eden and I looked at each other and laughed.

We finally got to the point in the line where we could grab a tray.

“Ollie, I’m gonna use you as my guide on what to eat here. I’m following the expert.”

After adequately assessing the aromas, Ollie selected a salad with Thousand Island dressing, roasted chicken with garlic mashed potatoes, and green Jell-O with whipped cream for dessert.

I stuck to my word and put whatever he got on my tray as well.

After I paid for us, we found a booth and sat down.

Ollie had a great appreciation for food. He ate like there was no tomorrow. He’d been the same way with my chicken pot pie—ate every last morsel on his plate and then some. I theorized that maybe without being able to see, his sense of taste was amplified. Eating became that much more important and enjoyable.

While I definitely liked the food, my focus was on Eden: watching her enjoy her meal and feeling my dick twitch every time she licked her lips. That kiss was the best of my life, and I was dying to taste her again.