Page 46 of Lessons in Love
“Because it hurts my heart to leave.” She tilts her head down, almost embarrassed by her admission. When she looks back up, she whispers, “It’s just too beautiful to be real.”
My hand stops and my eyes fix on her. She asks me, “Have you ever seen something so beautiful that it takes your breath away? Tasted something so amazing that you almost can’t eat it, read a book that was so incredibly written that you’re swept away in a fictional world and never want it to end?”
“I have,” I confess instantly. I have.You, Virginia.You.
“I also love tacos.” Her head rolls back in delicious ecstasy and I can’t wait for it to roll back when I eat hers. “I can eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” By the happy glint in her eyes, I believe her.
Our first course arrives and though the portions are small, they are artfully presented. Throughout dinner, our knees knock together. Nothing is said about it. Between friends or anyone else, it wouldn’t be a big deal at all but to me, it’s everything.
The predicament I’ve found myself in is quite funny if I could step outside of being an insider to this train wreck that has become my love life. Physically, I can have this gorgeous woman any way I want her. She’s open and receptive. She trusts me with her life, her sex life at least. Emotionally though, we’re a mess of the calamitous variety.
Does she not see how I look at her? No, putting it plain and simple. She doesn’t see how the world sees her so how could she think anyone would see her any different. Fate played her hand when she brought Virginia Ryan into my bar, and right into mylife. Now it’s up to me to decide how we end. It’s time to up the ante and raise the stakes. And I know just how to do that. “Want to play?”
“Play what?” Taking her hand in mine, I bring it down under the table. She’s quick to catch on. “You want to practice?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she says. Her voice is tentative and filled with the nerves I shed once I saw her. She glances around the room quickly and then turns back. She knows my next move, and she relinquishes her reservations. Letting me guide her, she asks, “Show me what you like?” When I rub her palm over my cock, my name comes at the top of a deep inhale, “Hardy.”
Moving her hair behind her shoulder, I kiss her neck, then whisper, “Yes, Virginia?”
A gulp follows and she looks at her wine. Her voice is low, timid, but her curiosity is eager like her hand as she grips me, getting a good feel. “You’re so hard.” When she finally dares to look in my eyes, she asks, “Was the appetizer an aphrodisiac?”
“No.” My voice is clear. My eyes are focused on the beautiful woman who has completely enchanted me. “You’re my aphrodisiac, V.”
“Be careful,” she says, a small smile gracing her stunning features. “When you say things like that I might believe you.”
“Believe me, you turn me on so much it’s hard not to drop you down right here in the middle of this restaurant and not have my wicked way with you.”
“Is dropping me down what you really want?”
“No,” I answer honestly as I lean back wrapping my arm around her shoulder as she gets more than a handful.
“What do you really want, Hardy? Tell me. Show me.” She stops rubbing and squeezes, getting a firm, controlling hold on me.
I cover her hand again and guide her like she requested. “If I could have anything right now, I’d have your lips wrapped around my dick. I want to feel the back of your throat with the tip and have you swallow just to feel the embrace.”
Her chest is rising and falling, a pale pink blossoming as her fingers drag slowly over her skin. “Hardy?”
It’s getting stuffier in here, my body heated from her teasing. “What, sweetheart?”
“I want that too.”
“Check!”
Chapter Fifteen
Lesson Three: Aptly named—Third Base.
“So what does third base entail?” Virginia asks on the cab ride from the restaurant.
“What we did the first night we met. That was third base.” I don’t tell her how much I’ve missed touching her intimately, possessively, and with a purpose—to get her off, which gets me off.
“I’ve missed that.” A sigh that’s reminiscent of a girl that has loved before whisks from her lips.
“You missed making out?”
“I’ve missed making out with you.”
