Page 48 of Loup Garou
“Say yes, Linds.”
This was all too much. I’d never wanted a man as badly as I did Exavier. Every inch of my body craved him. I couldn’t do this. Not now. Not in the middle of the restaurant. Pushing on his chest, I managed to put a tiny bit of space between us. It wasn’t much but it was all he gave me. “Xavs, this isn’t the time or place to…”
Pressing his mouth to my ear, he licked the heart-shaped earring, making me jolt slightly in his arms. Chuckling, he whispered, “To throw you down, tear the clothes from your body and bury myself in you just like I wanted to do earlier today?”
The very vivid image he painted flashed before my eyes and I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. “Yeah, that would be a good example of what should not happen here.”
“Promise you’ll think about it.”
“What? Sex or helping you?”
“Both.”
Pulling back fast, I did my best to right myself and glanced nervously around the restaurant. Thankfully the lighting was dim or the entire place would have been able to witness our erotic dance. He moved to put his arm around me and I stopped him quickly. “No. No more. I refuse to be putty in some singer’s hands.”
“Some singer?” he mused.
“Oh, I have no idea how famous you are. More importantly, I don’t care. Now, I need to meet with my parents.” Touching my swollen lips, I silently wondered what I looked like now that he’d turned me on to the point I had almost tossed him down and torn his clothes off.
“Stop fidgeting, you’re beautiful. Nothing is out of place. Though I have something that is now painfully enlarged, but other than that, we’re good.” He kissed me quickly, catching me off guard. “Go to your parents now. We’ll finish this later. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart.”
In a flash, he was moving in the other direction. Stunned and very horny, I made my way slowly towards my father’s regular table. As I approached, my mother waved and my father stood, pulling out my chair and smiling. “You look lovely, Lindsay. Thank you for joining us.”
I sat down and forced a smile onto my face when all I really wanted to do was chase after Exavier. My mother looked beautiful with her long chestnut hair wrapped in a bun. Her high cheekbones were dusted with the tiniest bit of blush. Her pale rose-colored strapless dress lookedstunning on her. She smiled, not looking anything close to the age she wanted people to believe she was. Only, in her case, she wanted to look like my mother, not my sister.
My father sat down next to her, adjusted his tie and pushed his shoulder-length, jet black hair behind his ears. His green eyes locked on me and he smiled, careful not to reveal any fangs as he did. “I was afraid you would not show, Lindsay.”
My mom laughed. “He’s checked his watch every two minutes since we arrived. I’m going to take it away from him if he does it again. Our surprise still isn’t here, so I have no doubt he will.”
“Je t’aime,” my father said, lifting her hand and kissing it tenderly.
I looked away, allowing them a private moment.
“Tiennot, you didn’t spoil our surprise did you?” my mother asked. “I know how bad you are at keeping things from Lindsay. She has you wrapped around her little finger.”
“As do you, Olivia.”
“Guys, can we possibly wait until I’m gone before you start going at it like two horny teenagers? I’m not sure I can handle that just yet.”
My mom’s mouth dropped. My father burst into laughter, only to find himself being elbowed in the stomach. “Tiennot, she is just like you.”
“I know. Let us go home and try for another one.”
A wave of nausea hit me. Sure, they both looked like they were in their mid-to-late thirties but I did not want to think about them having a baby. “Could you wait until I’m married at least?”
My mother scowled. “Darling, we are immortal and willstilldie of old age before you get to that.”
“Okay, looks like the mystery date is a no-show. Who wants to order and pretend like we enjoyed the food?” I asked, tapping my glass of water. “His loss, let’s eat.”
“Don’t cut me out of the running just yet.”
Mom looked behind me and smiled wide. My father did the same. I didn’t move. “Ah, Exavier, it has been too long. Look at you—” myfather stood and reached his hand out, “—you are a man now. Gone is the little boy who chased our Lindsay around. Please sit.”
My fists clenched as Exavier put his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to knock him on his ass. I held back by a thread.
Mom nudged me. “Look, honey. You remember Exavier Kondrashchenko, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
