I stood and walked to his side of the table and sat.
“Nah, face me. I wanna look in them pretty ass eyes of yours.”
One thing about real grown men was that they knew what the hell they were doing. He just hadit.
“But I have on a dress.”
“That don’t mean shit. Sit and face me.”
I did exactly as he said with no hesitation. He didn’t know it yet, but I felt him more than he knew. The Sagittarius in me was quiet then, and surprisingly, I didn’t want to flee the scene. I could already tell where it was headed. Everything about Dre screamed commitment. Although commitment frightened me a little, I wouldn’t run from it as long as the person was worth it.
That was where most men went wrong with me. Once my discernment kicked into high gear after I got to know someone, things either went left or right. If my spirit led me to believe someone wasn’t genuine, I was out. But Dre was the complete opposite.
His presence was strong and comforting. His scent pulled me in, in all the right ways. His sex appeal was effortless, and if I wanted to, I could fuck him, and right then and there, but I wouldn’t. I wanted to edge him into his experience with me, not because it made things more fun, but because it felt good for me, too. Without going even deeper into my thoughts, I wrapped my hands around his head and put my face to his with my eyes closed.
I felt his eyes drill into me without even seeing it. I never opened my eyes, because I knew his stare would be my ending. Our breaths made contact with one another, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I kissed him. My nipples pebbled and ached with need. They silently called out for his touch. I opened my eyes briefly and kissed his lips again, then parted them with my tongue. Our tongues touched, and I could feel the wetness pool in the seat of my panties.
“We better head out,” I suggested, breaking our kiss and standing.
“I didn’t tell you to move.”
“You didn’t have to.”
He grabbed my hands and pulled me back down onto his lap. “I’m glad you agreed to coming out with me tonight.”
“I mean, I really didn’t have a choice, did I?”
“Nah, you didn’t, if I’m being honest. Your ass is way too fine for me to even think twice about letting you turn a date down. I know niggas beat the door down to get to you.”
“Something like that. I don’t really pay these niggas any mind. Most only want one thing anyway.”
“You right. Hopefully, you don’t feel that from me.”
“If I felt that from you, you wouldn’t know.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“You always got a lil’ smart ass comeback. I see that now, huh?” He grabbed my chin and tilted my head upward to him.
I didn’t respond, just nodded and bit my lip.
“See that shit there you doing? I’mma stay away from you, Lyra.”
“Please don’t.”
He smacked my ass as hard as he could. I just knew my shit was red underneath my dress. I was so wet. I was sure it left a stain on his pants. I stood, and so did he. He walked ahead of me, and we waved to our servers, who I found out shortly after we ordered were the head chef and lead bartender for the restaurant. We got back on the elevator and went down to the main level.
The restaurant had thinned out by this time, and I stood at the entryway for a couple of moments while Dre exchanged a few words with his friend. I appreciated his effort and the private rooftop dinner. The night couldn’t have gone any better.
During the entiredrive back to my place in South Beach, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to give Lyra everything her heart desired. I could feel her need for true love, affection, and stability. I needed that shit, too, and I wanted it with her.
We were both silent in the truck while we vibed to the old-school R&B mix that played. I didn’t think any more words needed to be exchanged, and neither did she. Our silence spoke louder than words could in that moment. Every time we caught each other looking at one another, I found it harder and harder not to just pull this motherfucker over and give her some dick. But I didn’t want our first time experiencing each other in that way to be in the car. I needed space to explore her fully. I neededspace to study her body so I could make each time better than the next.
I pulled into the circular driveway, parked, and cut the engine. She sat and waited while I walked around to her side and opened her door. The midnight breeze felt so good. I took her hand and led her to the double French doors.
“This is so beautiful, Dre,” she said. Her tone was subtle and soft. Her guard was down, and I loved seeing her in her feminine energy.
“Come on, beautiful, so I can show you the rest. The design is actually similar to my home back in Atlanta. It’s just on a smaller scale.”
We stepped through the doors. Lyra went first, then I. I didn’t have all the lights on, but I had them dimmed to a comfortable setting to make sure it was warm and inviting. I took her hand and took her to the living room.