Page 132 of Bad Run

“Your dinner,” the server says, popping our bubble.

Lance keeps his gaze locked on me as he thanks the server and dismisses him.

“Lance?”

He shakes his head. “Eat your dinner, my little witch.”

“Okay.”

I channel the hunger simmering in my belly to the food on my plate, fully aware of Lance’s gaze on my mouth as I eat.

Throughout dinner, the tension between us remains thick, almost tangible. An invisible erotic force between our bodies. My poor body and I are no match for Lance’s raw sexual magnitude.

I blame my hormones. They know not what they do to me in his presence.

By the time my belly is full, I’m a bundle of nervous energy. My skin feels tight and itchy, ready to burst at the seams.

I throw my napkin on the table with a sigh, and Lance covers his mouth with his fist, stifling his chuckle.

“It’s not funny,” I huff.

“Now you know how I feel,” he says.

“What?” I whip my head in his direction.

“I’ve been suffering from the same frustration for months now.”

“You have?”

“Why do you think I swim so much?”

“Because it’s part of your training?”

Lance laughs. “No, baby. It’s keeping me and my dick tired and in line.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Lance pulls out a wad of cash and drops five one-hundred-dollar bills onto the table. “Let’s get out of here. I have one more stop before I take you home.”

Extending his hand, I reach out and take it, letting him lead me out of the booth and the restaurant.

At the curb, while we wait for the valet to bring the car, Lance pulls me into his arms. My head falls back so I can look him in the eye.

“Are you having a good time?”

I place my hands on his broad chest, searching for his steady heartbeat beneath my palm. “The best.”

A wide smile fills his handsome face. Unable to hold back any longer, I lift onto my toes and kiss him. His lips are soft and cradle mine with the tenderest of touches.

Needing more, I slip my hands behind his head and tug his face to mine, kissing him harder.

As one, our mouths part and our tongues meet in a sensual swirl.

Lance tilts my head to the side, deepening our kiss, as he tightens his grip and pulls me closer. His hard cock presses into my lower stomach. I moan, arching into his shaft, making him grunt. The sweet vibrations on my tongue travel down the length of my body and settle between my legs.

My head spins and my knees wobble, but my dirty knight is right there with me, holding me up and kissing me with everything he has, same as when he kissed me on the streets of New York City.

Also, like then, this kiss has me ignoring my head and following my heart. And just like last night, I grasp onto the emotions I’ve been ignoring for so long and let them lead.