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He twirls me against his chest and we start grooving and swaying. He leans down and covers my mouth with an open-mouth kiss. His tongue is deep and controlling; my tongue glides effortlessly with his and we melt into one. He tastes like gin. I don’t know how many songs we danced back-to-back to, but I feel sweaty. His hair is damp around his temples.
“You want to break from dancing?” I nod at him as he leads me to a set of elevators. He punches in the code, and the doors open. I grin, watching him. “They have an excellent rooftop lounge.”
“Oh.” I welcome his arms wrapping around me. This has been quite the night of dancing. “Gerry mentioned karaoke; are we still doing that?”
He laughs. “There’s a little beachfront karaoke hole in the wall. It’s a low-key place. We’ll hit that next. It’s fun.”
The doors open and the fresh, cool air is welcoming. He leads me to a white sectional in the corner. We both sit at the same time, and he pulls me into the crook of his arms. There are twinkle lights strung all above our heads. The music is low and relaxing.
He smiles when the waiter appears with a small menu. He orders another round of our drinks and looks over the menu. “Small plates. You have to be hungry, I’m starving.” I laugh as I lean over his shoulder, looking to see what looks appealing. “Spinach and cheese empanadas?” I look at him, smiling. “Mediterranean shrimp cocktail?”
“French fries?” I ask.
He laughs looking at me. “You like regular ole French fries.”
“Yes! It’s my go-to comfort food. I practically lived off them in college. It was the only thing I cooked well. I use to wake up craving them at five in the morning.”
“Well, you’ve certainly surpassed your French fry skills,” he teases.
I smile when the waiter returns. “Yes, order of French fries.” He looks at me. “Spinach and cheese empanadas, and the shrimp cocktail.”
He relaxes back with his hand on my knee. “You’re totally chilling out on me?” I stroke his forearms. He’s grinning. “Have I worn you out?”
He chuckles. “No! I’m just relaxed with you … happy.”
“You best not crash on me,” I tease, watching his eyes roll over my body.
“Sweetheart, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I won’t crash until I’ve made love to you all night.” He runs his finger down my neck studying the diamond. “It’s beautiful against your skin.”
“It’s beautiful in general.” He laughs taking my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles and fingers. “What are you thinking?”
“About that ring, how gorgeous it was on your finger. You should be covered in diamonds and gems.”
“I just want you.” I kiss his lips. He smiles as our lips hover for a moment, looking into my eyes then at my lips. He kisses me with a sensual one-lip kiss, loving my bottom lip. I melt into his touch, tenderly stroking my cheek. My fingers lace through the back of his hair, twirling. We sink back into the cushions, kissing. His fingers stroke my leg wrapped over his. My stomach is full of tingles; my mind is all consumed with thoughts of him; I am lost.
We stop kissing when we hear the dishes cling against the table. He grins, looking up. “Your French fries are here.”
“Mmm, so good.” I do a little happy dance. “Open.” He laughs but does. I dip it into some of the spicy aioli sauce before feeding him.
“Good, as far as French fries rank,” he teases. He grabs a shrimp, dips and bites it. “Now, you need to try this shrimp.”
I laugh, letting him feed me. “I do love shrimp cocktails. I like the zesty cocktail sauce.” I think I love him too, but that may freak him out. We’ve only known each other a few weeks.
“Tell me, what has been your favorite thing thus far?” I laugh, looking at him.
“Being with you.” That was an easy answer.
“Specifically.” He inquires as he bites the empanada. “Mmm, taste.” I hold his hand with mine as I take a bite.
“Oh that’s delicious.” He laughs and holds it to my lips for me to take another bite. “Specifically, being with you … in the bed … the shower… the limo.” His smile reaches his ears as he laughs deep, and he pops the last bite in his mouth.
“Really, so the best part has been making love to me?” He’s reeling from that.
I smirk as I eat my fries. “Yes. You know your ego loves that confession. I think I could lay in bed with you all day and do nothing but that and eat.”
“I may take you up on that.” He smirks with a nod. I shrug, I would totally lay naked in bed with him all day.
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