“It’s also a canvas and a work of art.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
She tries to glare but a smile inevitably peeks through, lighting up her entire face. Right now, she’s completely at ease in my presence. At least compared to earlier before she got in my car. It’s like she can’t decide if she should be scared of me or not.
Logically, she should be. But I’m guessing she must feel this inexplicable pull I’m feeling. This need raging inside me,hot and unrelenting. Hopefully we can get it out of our systems tonight.
“We’ll get it to go,” I say, turning to the person taking her order.
“Actually, I’ll eat it here,” Liliana states.
I turn to her with a raised eyebrow.
“The smell,” she explains. “I don’t want it to mess up the inside of your car.”
“I’ll live,” I say dryly.
“No, I’m starving and I want to eat it here. You can wait till I’m done right? I’ll be quick, I promise.”
I run a hand over my jaw, unsure if I should be feeling amused or annoyed.
“You’re getting off on asking me to wait for you, aren’t you?”
“No,” she laughs. “I’m just trying to see if you’ll actually do it.”
I sigh softly. She’s lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. Plus, I really, really want her in my bed. Grabbing my wallet out of my back pocket, I pick out my card to pay.
“You don’t have to do that,” she starts to say but a harsh glare shuts her up.
We head over to a booth beside the tall windows. I take a seat on one end and she slides into the other. Three minutes later, a server places her food in front of her. She beams like I usually do when someone hands me a present and I open it to find guns and new custom made weapons.
I expect her to reach for the burger immediately but she hesitates, eyes flicking towards me.
“Feeling self-conscious?” I question.
“No. I just feel weird eating alone. Are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m fine.”
“You could have some fries,” she pushes.
“I’m good, Liliana.”
“Please.”
A low growl is ripped from my throat and in the next breath I’m reaching for the packet containing the fries on the tray and pulling one out. I bite into it with a frown that dissolves when I realize it’s actually pretty good.
Liliana smiles as I eat the fry and once she’s satisfied, she grabs the burger bringing it to her lips. I watch transfixed as she takes a bite, her eyes fluttering shut in the process and a low moan escaping. The sound is more erotic than it has any business being and it travels straight to my cock, hardening it. I shift in my seat, trying to dispel the heat traveling through me.
Having nothing else to do, I reach for another fry, still watching as she demolishes her burger.
I hand her the large cup of milkshake when she reaches for it and she nods in gratitude, taking a healthy sip.
“Are you sure you don’t want your own burger?” she asks, almond shaped eyes burning into mine.
My gaze flicks to her lips and I notice a trail of ketchup on the edge.
With a smirk, I lean forward. Her eyes track my every move as I stretch my fingers towards her lip, swiping away the smudge with my thumb. I don’t move it away immediately, pausing as I stare intently at the mouth I’ve been wanting to claim since I met her.
