Page 71 of Catch My Fall
“Draught or bottle?” Her voice seems unnaturally high, almost annoyingly so.
“Bottle is fine, thanks.”
Seemingly reluctant to take her eyes off me, she turns to Sierra. “And you?” Her tone has changed slightly but she does her best to cover it.
“Just a coke, please.”
“No problem. Won’t be long.” She sashays away and I don’t give her a second thought. She’s pretty, I’ll give her that, but I only have eyes for the woman sat across from me, chewing on her lip as she glosses over the menu.
I already know what I’m going for, so I don’t even bother looking at mine, and it’s not long before the blonde waitress returns with our drinks, setting them down in front of us.
She turns to me. “Ready to order?”
“I’ll have the cheeseburger and fries with extra onion rings, please.”
“I’m gonna go with the shrimp salad,” Sierra says.
The waitress doesn’t make an attempt to look at Sierra, and after she’s done scribbling our order on her notepad, I instantly feel her eyes return to me.
“If you need anything else, just let me know, okay?” She brushes a hand on my shoulder and I shrug it off, glancing up out of politeness, giving her a tight-lipped smile before turning back to Sierra. Even facing away, I can feel her eyes linger on me a little too long before walking away.
Sierra snorts a laugh into her drink, some of her coke spilling over the sides and dribbling onto the table. “Could she be anymore obvious?”
“What?” I know what’s coming but I decide to play dumb.
“Did you seriously not see the drool leaking from her mouth as she gawked at you like you were Channing Tatum? If I weren’t here she’d probably be dry humping your leg as we speak.”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy, princess?” I smirk.
“She needs to keep her eyes off what isn’t hers.”
My heart thumps. “And whose am I, princess?”
Sierra slides out of her seat and rounds the table before settling herself sideways in my lap, wiggling her ass as she gets comfy. She drapes an arm around my shoulders, weaving her fingers into my hair. Shooting a glance over my shoulder to where I can only assume the waitress is watching from across the restaurant, Sierra lowers her mouth to mine in a possessive kiss, wasting no time in sliding her tongue into my mouth.
I squeeze her denim-covered hips, as I pull her closer against me. The restaurant half-full with the other patrons fall away as I fall into the kiss, revelling in the feel of her mouth on mine.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, deepening the kiss just moments before she yanks my head back and I let out a hiss. Her free hand reaches between us and cups me through my jeans, my cock that’s now pulsing against her possessive touch. She trails kisses down my neck and around to my ear. “Mine,” she whispers.
My dick jumps at her possessiveness, it’s a side to her that I’ve never encountered before, and I’m here for it. I fucking love it. I love how she takes what she wants and isn’t afraid to show it.
She releases my hair, shifting to stand but my fingers wind into her raven locks, halting her movements. “And you’re mine, princess,” I remind her.
She smiles, pecking one last kiss to my mouth before sliding off me and returning to her seat.
I’m forced to shift my chair so I’m sitting further under the table to hide my raging erection that tents my jeans.
We don’t have to wait long for our food and when the waitress sets it down in front of us, she avoids making eye contact with either of us, her cheeks flaming red as she mumbles about us enjoying our food before she scurried off with her tail between her legs.
“Seems like she got my message loud and clear,” Si comments with a satisfied smirk and I can’t help but laugh.
“Seems she did.”
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After we’ve eaten and settled the bill, we continue along the harbour. Her hand slips into mine as our fingers lock together and my heart damn near bursts out of my chest. This is everything I’ve wanted since I met her. Something as simple and mundane as holding her hand as we walk down a street and I couldn’t possibly love her anymore than right here in this very moment.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want to throw them out there. When I say those words out loud, I want it to be special. I figure I’ll know deep down when the time is right because they’ll fall so naturally from my lips, I won’t even have to think about it.