There’s a knock at our front door and I go to answer it. Jeremy is seriously delicious in black jeans and a black button up. Of course, my demon is in all black but it looks delicious on him. He’s glancing me over too, in my skirt and sweater. I think we make a pretty cute couple.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Yup,” I say as I grab my purse to head out.
Jeremy surprises me by grabbing my hand and leading me down to his car. He even opens the door for me and after we both get in, I can’t help but comment.
“You’re being quite the gentleman.”
“Don’t expect it to last,” he mumbles.
We end up at a fancy restaurant and I feel like Jeremy put a lot of effort into this. That knocks over any walls I had left and I’m ready to fully embrace him as my mate.
Once we are seated and order some drinks we just sit there looking at each other. He would probably be comfortable in the silence but I want to use this opportunity to get to know him better.
“So, what do you like to do for fun?” I ask.
He stares at me like I’m crazy, “fun?”
“Ya, ya know an emotion that makes you happy? Like video games or bowling?”
He grunts, “I’ve never been bowling.”
“What!? Even I’ve been bowling, we have to go! All of us,” I declare.
He rolls his eyes and looks annoyed but I can feel his amusement thorough the bond. It’s a lot harder to maintain the aloof bad boy persona when I can feel his emotions.
We keep the small talk up, ordering our meal and I feel really close with him right now. This one on one time is what we needed.
I know how I want this date to end so I make sure he knows it too. I run my foot up the inside of his leg and at first he doesn’t comment.
But as I keep doing it, I can feel lust building in him.
I run my foot up his leg, again, and he stares at me with heat in his eyes.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl.”
I wink, “I know.”
The sexual tension has just been building up between us for so long, it needs an outlet. I want him bad and I know he wants me too. I can feel his lust for me, through the bond, and it’s adding to mine. We are compounding on each other until it’s almost unbearable.
We finish our meal and I know we are both dying to get out of here and back home. Apparently, the waitress is taking too long because Jeremy stands up before reaching for me.
“Come on, get up,” he demands.
I look at him, confused, but decide to go with it. I stand up and drags me behind him towards the restrooms.
Jeremy drags me into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He picks me up and crushes me between him and the wall. My skirt easily lifts up and he presses himself against my panties.
“I can’t even think straight around you,” he groans.
He moves my panties aside to feel how wet I am.
“You’re soaked baby girl, damn.”
