Chapter 44
Lisa
The waiter came and placed two plates of grilled ribeye with charred broccolini topped with crispy shallots in front of us. He filled both the water and the wine cups then asked if we needed anything before heading back to the bar. The smoky smell of the ribeye filled my nostrils, but I wanted to watch her eat first. She took a tentative bite of the medium-rare steak in front of her, and I saw the fork go past those bloody red lips and chew it slowly before swallowing.
God, those lips.
The lipstick was calling out to be smeared across her face, my neck, and on my cock. An image of the first time I forced her to her knees flashed through my mind, and I had to fist my hand to keep from reaching out to her. Of course, it didn't help that she was eating the meal in front of her like some sort of foreplay, her mouth covering the fork, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips.
God, I was hard. I've been hard since the morning when she had me get off in front of her. I wasn't satisfied then, and I knew I wouldn't be, not until I was buried deep inside of her.
Fuck, get it together.
"This tastes really fucking good." She whispered the curse word before taking another bite. I dug into my plate, and we ate the rest of our food in silence, and just like in the car, I loved how comfortable I was sitting across from her as we ate quietly.
Our eyes would find each other now and then, but sometimes I'd catch her staring out the window. The way I knew my woman like the back of my hand. God, I never paid attention to anyone the way I did with Jennie.
My Jennie. Mine from the very first moment we kissed. Mine from the very first moment we touched.
I saw her push her plate to the side, and before I could protest, she opened her mouth. "I really can't breathe. I swear. I'm full." She downed her wine, and I saw her lean forward against the table. "Thank you for taking
me out for dinner. It's my first time here, and I love that I got to experience it with you."
"You're welcome. Should I cancel dessert?" I asked her once the waiter came to pick up the plates.
"Of course not. I'm not that full. Just order one, though. We can share it. You can feed me." She responded, her eyes on me the entire time, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the waiter give her a nod of his head. The dessert I had pre-ordered for us was called Pineapple & Passion. It was a tropical dessert that this restaurant was known for. The waiter didn't take too long as he came and set the masterpiece of art in the middle. The white glass plate consisting of the dessert was too beautiful to eat. There were passionfruit cake pieces, pineapple foam, tarragon moss, lime caviar, frozen cream, and a brown butter crust. The way it was placed onto the plate was nothing short of art. The pineapple foam was piped around the plate elegantly. The frozen cream was perfectly shaped on a bed of the crust by the moss and caviar.
I looked up to see Jennie taking it in like me. It wasn't my first time seeing this dessert, but looking at her experience this moment with me, it felt like my first time. I grabbed the spoon, picked up a bite of the cream and crust, and held it to her mouth. She moaned around the spoon, and my lips parted at the sound. "God, that's good."
I fed her a bit of everything, forgetting to enjoy it with her. I just wanted to feed her, to see her lick her lips and open her mouth again for another bite. I don't even know how the dessert finished, but I was wound up tighter than a Swiss Atmos clock by the time we were done.
The meal was already prepaid and tipped, so all we had to do was go down the elevator and to the valet to pick up our car. She put her jacket on once we stepped outside, and my hand immediately reached for hers as I tugged her closer to me.
The valet was back with my car, and I silently thanked him by tipping him. Then, I opened the car door and helped Jennie before going to the driver's seat.
"Lisa, can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask me anything." I made my way out of the crowded parking lot and back onto the streets.
"Do you think if that night you showed up, that we'd still be together till this very day?"
"Yes. A thousand percent yes."
"That was quick. You didn't even think about it."
I gave her a quick look before the light turned green. "I don't need to. All
those years that we spent apart, they're gone. We can't take them back. We can't take back our anger and hatred or my mistakes. As much as we wish there was a clean slate between us, there isn't. We're together now, though, aren't we? Doesn't that count for something?" I felt her hand reach over to mine and give me a reassuring squeeze.
"It does. I want to focus on us right now in the present. I know we've been through a lot, but all that matters to me now is that we're together. I never want to spend another second without you, Lisa."
"I want to spend all of my seconds with you. You're the only one for me, Jennie." I admitted, and I turned to face her at a red light. I brought the top of her hand to my lips. "I love you. I've been holding those three words back for weeks, and I can't do it anymore. I fucking love you, Jennie."
I saw tears form in her eyes as she smiled. Then, her entire face lit up at my confession. "I love you, too. I've loved you since the first moment you stepped foot inside my house, and I still love you ten years later, Lisa."
