Daria’s
Dating Dilemma, Part Nine
By:
Jennifer Feuerstein
Nothing
like the sudden realization I was my own worst enemy in this
little competition. I couldn’t resist the urge for fun though, something inside
me still wanted very much to be wicked. I rested my hand on top of his,
grinning as he locked his fingers around mine. I leaned against his shoulder.
“Well Keith, my goal right now is to make sure we put some fun in your horrible day.”
Okay, so my voice was husky enough to sound like an
invitation and I had wanted to be seductive. But damn if the look he gave me
didn’t melt my designer shoes to the carpet of the limo. Something told me that
making Keith lose control was a very bad idea. Bad as in naughty, kinky,
nuclear explosion bad, so of course part of me wanted to edge him on. Part of
me really wanted to flirt with that kind of disaster and I already knew how he
kissed. Memories of being pressed against a kitchen island decimated my plan.
I tilted my head up and licked my lips, it was the signal
Keith needed. His lips swooped in for the kill and melded to mine in a crushing
inferno of need. Where Marcus had been sweet and seductive, this was all
dominant and hot. Boy did I like the difference, I liked it too much.
I moaned into his mouth as his tongue played mine
skillfully. His hands wrapped around me like an anaconda, holding me still for
the final strike. Another moan and I felt that thread snap through Keith’s
body. Suddenly I found myself straddling his body, my skirt shoved up to my
hips. One muscular arm circled my waist, its hand pressing into the small of my
back. The other braced up between my shoulder blades its hand holding the nape
of my neck. Even though I was on top he was still dominant, his body leading
mine and I knew it.
His breath rushed past my ear, I’m pretty sure he’d
whispered my name. Glad I still remembered my own name, it was a minor relief. His
breathing was harsh; the hot air tickled my earlobe and the very sensitive part
of my neck. In my current state of molten lava, I forgot he was talking and
tilted my head to give to him room. Who needed words?
His fingers tightened digging in slightly and adding
pressure to the raging inferno he was creating. I vaguely heard a growl and
felt the limo move again. Had we stopped? I blinked, ready to ask him when his
lips closed over the sweet spot on my neck. Oh hell, he’d just found the one
unarmored area on my entire body and my brain short-circuited. Another wet pull
at my skin and all my synapses fried.
My fingers tightened in his hair and my knees closed tighter
around his hips, drawing the evidence of his arousal tighter against me. My
hips rocked on instinct and my eyes closed in blissful surrender. I was
probably looked every bit the sexually-loose woman I claimed NOT to be, had
told myself I wouldn’t be. As Keith’s wet mouth moved around my pearls to kiss
my collar bone and then the fabric edge just over my breasts, I had ceased
caring. The only thing registering were the delicious sensations – wet, hot,
soft, hard…
The cold air over my puckered nipples whiplashed my brain
back into motion. I felt myself turn red as my hands pushed against his
shoulders. I leaned back before that skillful mouth of his damaged my will
further.
“Whoa, hang on… Keith!”
His head bounced back as if I’d struck him. His eyes closed
as he rested on the back of the leather. His breathing was still harsh and I
arched a brow as I watched him. Given my position, I could feel every one of
his muscles as they tensed and relaxed. One by one, his fingers began to loosen
on my skin. I watched in amazement, somehow his private battle made me hotter
than our little make-out session. I squirmed in reflex and his face tightened.
His eyes never opened, but his voice burned through me.“Don’t. Fucking. Move… please.”
I made like a statue, suddenly aware my dress was hanging
under my breasts and they were heaving like sacrifices at an altar. I bit my
lip and chewed, the newly found need inside of me wanted to continue. She
whispered in my head to move, to lean in and kiss the wicked throbbing pulse in
his neck. Oh how I wanted to give in, but couldn’t. His command held me as sure
as the arms around me.
“Um, Keith…”
“Shhh… just a few minutes, Daria…”
I watched as all the shields and armor slid back into place.
Oh boy, if that was just a taste of this man losing control, I was a kid
sitting at the candy counter. I wanted to try the whole buffet. As his arms
loosened, I suddenly found myself wondering what else I could push him to lose
control in. How did this hidden passion of his translate into everyday life?
Now there was a challenge I was willing to accept.
His head moved forward and his eyes opened slowly. Any chance
I’d had of reigniting the moment was gone. I noticed the banked heat in his
eyes and smiled slightly, not completely gone just controlled. Keith’s hands
gently re-dressed me as he smirked.
“Ever make-out in a limo?”
I chuckled and winked. “I think I mentioned two proms.” His
eyes burned hotter and I quickly added, “But nothing like that.”
It took a second for Keith to shake himself, he seemed to
smile inwardly at something and then pressed a button on the arm of his door.
“We’re ready for the restaurant now.”
A quick response and then quiet. “Oh, so we had stopped.” I
blushed harder and made to move off his lap, intending to straighten my outfit.
His fingers suddenly tightened on my hips. “Not yet. Don’t
worry, we’ve got a long enough drive back to the restaurant.”
“I can’t sit here all night, Keith.” I wondered what the
hell was wrong with him. I wasn’t going to ride his lap like a jockey all the
way to the restaurant.
His hips arched upward suddenly and I gasped. My eyes
widened as I stared at a feral face again. I suddenly felt like the main course
and, God help me, I basked in it. His hips dropped, giving us both space and
his eyes closed.
“Just don’t move yet. I’m not being perverted but every time
you shift, I forget my goal for tonight was to feed you.”
I bit back my snarky comeback about meal time and chewed my lip. His eyes
popped open, full of concern now. “You okay?”
“Oh sure…”
“Daria, you’re chewing your lip and I’m pretty sure you weren’t wearing blush when I picked you up.”
He’d noticed my makeup? Wow… I shook my head. “I’m just
debating with myself and sitting like this makes it a little hard to
concentrate.”
He nodded and cupped my cheek in one hand. “Do you trust
me?”
Odd question. “Apparently.”
Before I could say anymore, one arm was scooped behind my
bottom and the other at my back. I tilted backward, giving myself a dizzying
view of the sky through the limo sunroof, before being righted on the seat next
to Keith. His arms slid free and I just stared in impressed shock.
“What?”
“You sure know how to move a woman…”
He looked me over appreciatively and winked. “Apparently,
but I’ve always been the dessert before dinner type.”
Ah shit one comment and I was thinking dirty again. Focus,
Daria, damn it. “So, um, where did you grow up?” I adjusted my outfit and dug
for my compact mirror in my purse as his laughter echoed in the roomy interior.
“So we’re going to personal now?” He winked and I smiled.
Okay, the irony of it was a little funny.
He talked about his childhood as the limo stopped and while
he helped me out. The hostess or whatever French word they call themselves at
fancy places recognized Keith and moved us quickly to our table. I arched a
brow as he ordered drinks and an appetizer without even glancing at the menu. I
took the time to look around the joint.
Tres fancy, my mind reeled as I took in all the expense décor.
The place probably cost a fortune and I didn’t even want to see the prices on
the menu. I’d bet my best pair of shoes that a single breadstick would run me
an hour’s wage. When our hostess asked if we had any questions, I asked what
the chef’s specials were. I was hoping they’d be the cheapest offering.
My hope was deflated when I saw Keith’s eyebrows shoot up
and our hostess smile widely. She proudly talked about fancy cream sauces,
expensive fish, imported caviars, etc, etc. I smiled and nodded, but gave up on
that idea. I thanked her for the information and slowly opened my menu.
“Not used to be wined and dined, are you?”
I hid behind my menu. “I’m typically a chain restaurant or
pizza kind of girl. Sitting in one of these places alone would be embarrassing.”
I felt a hand brush mine and lowered the menu to stare at
him. Keith leveled me with one of those hot smiles. While I swore I heard women
faint within a two mile radius, he whispered, “You’re not alone now.”
And didn’t that just pluck at a girl’s heart strings. Sadly,
I also knew it was one of the oldest lines in the book. Speaking of books, wasn’t
I supposed to be doing something? I struggled to remember over the feel of his
thumb caressing my palm. It made me want to think of naughtier ideas. Oh,
right, those ground rules…
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