They celebrated her birthday both weekends, going out to eat, shopping, and ordering birthday-themed deserts.
"You don't have to keep doing this," she giggled. "My birthday's already over."
His response was to blop icing on her nose.
With a sassy tone she demanded, "Look what you did. You'd better clean up this mess, Benji."
He lifted a napkin to do so, but she grabbed his hand and grinned, "Not like that."
She saw the moment realization hit his eyes, and he leaned forward, watching her as he licked the icing from her skin.
"Mmm, much better," she purred.
She saw his eyes darken, saw him shift in his seat, and Wayden help her but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself for a few more hours let alone a few more years.
What would he do if she touched him right now?
Her hand drifted to his leg, landing just above his knee.
His eyes widened, "Eileen, sweetheart, what are you--"
He sucked in a breath as her hand trailed higher to brush against the inside of his thigh.
They were sitting together in a corner booth. A table cloth that went halfway to the floor obscured her hand, and her mind continually reminded her of that fact, taunted her with the semi-privacy they had.
Her gold Promised bracelet, inset with pink tourmaline stones, brushed against even more sensitive flesh higher up his leg, and his eyes flashed to hers.
"We're in public," he whispered raggedly. "And it's been a week since I've been with you. I can't--"
"The tablecloth is covering everything," she whispered back, eyes dancing and heart thundering. She'd tried other forms of PDA in the past, but he usually shut her down.
"Not my face," he whispered back, sucking back a moan when she brushed her fingers over the straining length in his pants. "It won't cover my face."
"But I want to touch you," she pouted, tickling his tip through the fabric. "Don't you want me to touch you?"
He held up a hand, "Ch-check please!"
They were in the car speeding back towards their rooms moments later.
He kept glancing at her, and she felt a slight tang of unease, of confusion.
"What?" she wondered.
"Why do you keep doing things like that in public?" he wondered.
She sucked on her bottom lip, thinking. Was he ready for that conversation? Oh, well. Here goes-- "It turns me on."
"What?"
"I like the danger," she admitted. "I like seeing how far I can push you, how much I can make you react. It turns me on."
He was quiet for several minutes, considering her words, but she didn't feel panic or revulsion from him, so that was good.
He pulled into the parking lot but turned to look at her instead of climbing out of the car.
"What?" she wondered.
He gulped, "If I go ahead and change for bed..."
"Yeah?" she wondered.
"Would you still like to do something with me? Even if it's not in public?"
"I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to touch you. The restaurant was a good tease for me."
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The Reluctant Cougar (Rise of the Alpha King's Heir)
Storie d'amore*Complete but still subject to edits* Ben Cougar and Eileen Grau have been best friends since they were kids. For the young cougar-shifter, it was love at first sight. For the ostracized Vampire girl, it was good to have a friend--even if he was s...
