Page 74 of Truck Up
“Do you want dessert?” Christian asks. He pushes his plate to the side and takes a sip of his beer.
I sit back and rub my hand over my stomach. “I don’t think I can eat another bite. That steak was huge.”
He smiles, and it makes me want to reach across the table and cup his cheek. I like it when he smiles. “We can get something to go. Eat it later?”
“You have that complimentary bottle of champagne to drink. We can pick something to eat with that.”
“Or we can pick something that I can eat off of you.” His eyes roam down my body and back again. “I really love that dress.”
I look down and smile. After he told me we’d be going somewhere fancy, I went shopping for a new dress. I was going to get something a little more conservative, but Nova and Hadley insisted on this one.
It’s a little black dress with long sleeves and a deep plunge neckline. It barely covers my chest and makes it impossible to wear a bra. This might be the last time I’m able to wear something like this. My boobs may never be this perky again after I have a baby.
“I’m glad you like it. I love seeing you dressed up as well.” I take a moment to peruse his body. He’s wearing a black dress shirt with light gray pinstripes. The sleeves are rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. He’s still in jeans, but they’re black, giving the illusion that they could be dress pants. Regardless, he looks hot.
When I look back up at him, the heat in his eyes makes me wish we were already back in the room.
“It makes me want to bend you over that enormous bed we’ve got and do really dirty things to you.”
I wiggle in my seat and lean forward. The action causes my breasts to squeeze together, showing off even more of my cleavage. His eyes widen and his nostrils flare. “Will the champagne and dessert be involved?”
“Whatever you want, angel.”
I reach across the table and lightly run my finger over his hand. “Seeing as I can’t drink the champagne, you’re going to have to drink that all by yourself.”
He snatches my hand, pushing one of my fingers out. Then he lifts it to his mouth and wraps his lips around it. He sucks on it and my insides light up like a raging bonfire. He releases my finger with a pop and then sits back in his chair as if he’s completely unbothered by what he just did.
I fan myself off with my hands and take a drink of my water. “I think I need a walk to cool off.”
This makes him laugh, and I swear to god that turns me on even more. A laughing Christian is a beautiful thing.
I grab the dessert menu that our server left for us just in case we decided we wanted something. “Chocolate or fruity?” I ask.
“Lady’s choice.” He picks up his beer and takes a drink. I can’t take my eyes off his throat as his Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow.
“Dessert, miss?” the server asks.
I jump at the sound of his voice and drop the dessert menu on the floor. I was so distracted watching Christian that I didn’t see him walk up.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I lean down to pick up the menu, but the server beats me to it.
“I’ve got this for you.” He gives me a gentle smile as he hands it back to me. “Anything catch your eye?”
“Um, yes.” I open the menu and look at the list again. To be honest, I hadn’t really looked at it yet. Between how full I am from dinner and the way Christian distracts me, I can’t seem to focus on the menu.
I give it a quick glance. “How about the salted caramel cheesecake? That sounds good.”
“An excellent choice. It’s one of our best sellers.” He takes the menu and turns to Christian. “Anything for you, sir?”
Christian shakes his head. “Can you box that up for us and bring our check with it?”
“Certainly.” He smiles. “I’ll have it out for you in a few minutes.”
The server scurries off and I push to my feet. “I need to use the restroom. Be back in a few.”
As I pass the table, Christian grabs my arm and pulls me close to him. He looks up at me with so much want and need burning in his deep brown eyes. I lift my hand and lightly run my fingers over his short beard.
“Thank you for tonight,” I say before I press a kiss to his lips.