I know at some point, we need to talk about Jack and figure out how the hell we are going to handle telling Jack that Alec is his dad, what parenting will look like long distance, what Alec and I will look like long distance. But tonight, I want it to be about us, to see if this could even work before we drag my precious baby into it.
Before he can get a word out, I end whatever conversation he might try to start. “Alec, look, I know we need to talk about Jack.” I scoff. “We need to talk about a lot of things. But right now, I just want us to be on a date as Laura and Alec. And I want to pretend like nothing else exists outside these walls.”
He takes a minute to consider my words. His smile is all the answer I need. “Deal. But after tonight, I want to know everything about him. His favorite color, car, sport, flower. What makes him happy, what makes him sad, mad, giddy, everything.”
The intensity of our conversation is cut short as a different waiter brings us the pre-decided appetizer as well as the drinks. Shortly after that, our main course arrives.
The first bite of the New York strip, and I swear I start to drool.
I moan on the second bite, my eyes drifting shut. “Oh my Lord.”
When I open my eyes, my breath falters. Alec’s gaze is locked on my lips, a roaring fire blazing in his eyes.
My breath hitches and my voice is quiet. “Alec?”
His eyes find mine, slowly sliding up, and I think we might be done with dinner sooner than planned.
His voice is rough when he finally opens his mouth. “Mmhmm. Nothing has changed, you know? You still drive me absolutely fucking crazy, Clumsy.”
My voice is barely a whisper as his words smack the air out of my lungs at the use of the long-forgotten nickname. “You remember?”
He smiles, the same dimple appearing on his cheek. “I’ll always remember every single thing between us. I remember what you wore that day I caught you falling off the steps. I remember how you sounded on the phone and how my fucking heart would skip a beat when I heard your voice. I remember every detail of our first date and every one in between. My brain erases pointless memories, just to keep the simplest ones with you.”
He lifts my hand up to his lips and flicks his tongue on the tip of my index finger, causing shivers to roll through my bones.
It has been far too long since the last time I had sex. The last time was literally when Alec and I conceived Jack. And I am woman enough to own up to the fact that I could use some sex right now.
I sit up, commanding his attention. “Any chance you’re not hungry anymore? Want to head back to your place?”
That damn dimple pops out from his smirk, and I would bet money that he’s in agreement with me.
He doesn’t say a thing. He just stands up and walks out of our private room. He returns not a handful of minutes later, stopping right in front of me. I turn in my chair, swinging my legs around.
His hand wraps around my jaw, settling beneath my ear, and he guides me up and out of the chair.
His thumb strokes my cheek, and he tortures me, ever so slightly bringing his lips closer to mine.
But to Alec’s surprise, there is one more thing that has changed about me.
I know what I want, and if I want it,I take it.
I slide my fingers into his hair, taking control. Not hesitating for a second, I close the last inch between our lips and guide the way.
I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, and when his deep moan vibrates in my mouth, I swear my clothes try to disintegrate off my body. If my hands weren’t locked in his hair, I just might help them off—in the middle of a restaurant or not. I mean, it’s a private room after all.
I can tell Alec’s getting restless, letting me lead. He is starting to push back more and more with my every move. He never was good atnotbeing the captain, no matter the circumstance.
The second I give him full control, one of his hands finds my hip, digging in, and the thumb of his other hand finds the pulse of my neck.
He pulls back, our kiss separating, and he runs his tongue across my bottom lip. My ears start ringing from the blood rushing so fast in my body.
His fingers continue to squeeze my throat as he plunges his tongue back into my mouth, creating a whole new rhythm than we had before; it’s faster yet more sensual. His mouth claims me, his kiss seeping into every cell, lighting the nerves on fire.
He leans back. And when he doesn’t make another move, I open my eyes, confused. His hand is now wrapped along my jaw, and his other fingers are still curled around my hip.
His voice is throaty and pleading when he says, “Lu, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. Power, control has always been my strength. But you are the one weakness I’ve always had.”
“Fuck.” I whisper unintentionally.
