My Cowboy Prince (*unedited)

Chapter 22

Our dessert finally arrives, it's a decadent slice of rich chocolate lava cake that is warm and oozing with molten chocolate. I take a small bite and instantly moan at the sweet bitterness that melts away on my tongue. "This is so good Luke. You have to try it!"

"I'd really like to," Luke is watching me with that same intensity, his gaze seem to never stray too far from my lips. I notice the way his eyes darken slightly as I take another slow bite. Sticking out my tongue to the corner of my glossed lips, I lick away a non existence stray crumb in hopes of getting him to lose just a bit more of that calm, controlled demeanor he's been trying to maintain all night.

Let's see shall we.

Grinning, I feel a surge of boldness as I lower my right heel under the table and brush it gently against his pant leg. At first, Luke looks surprised but he quickly recovers and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his handsome face as I slide my foot higher. I teasingly trace my toes along his inner thigh.

When I press my foot lightly against his crotch, his breath hitches and I see the muscles in his jaw tense. He subtly reaches down capturing my foot in his hand then gently strokes the arch with his thumb. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me shift slightly in my seat as I feel heat pooling between my legs.

Luke's smirk deepens as he watches my reaction, his blue eyes are gleaming with mischief and desire. He rubs his thumb in slow circles, massaging my foot gently as if to test the waters. When his dark gaze locks with mine, the tension between us is palpable, electric even. I can feel it in every light stroke of his warm fingertips against my skin.

For a few delicious moments, we stay like that, playing this silent game of seduction under the table. My foot, still pressed against him, can feel the growing hardness beneath the fabric of his pants. His touch grows firmer, more deliberate, and I can tell from the way his breathing quickens that he's just as affected as I am.

I drop my foot and pull away just enough to leave him wanting more. The look in his heated gaze tells me everything I need to know--- he wants me, just as badly as I want him. The realization sends a thrill through me, and I have to bite back a smile as I take another slow bite of cake, pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.

A few minutes later, after finishing the last of the cake and downing my fourth glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, the waiter returns. Luke quickly reaches for the bill, he scribbles on it then hands the waiter it back with his credit card. Once the man leaves his His dark gaze is smoldered with unspoken promises.

Once the bill is settled, Luke rests his hands on the small of my back. His touch is both firm and gentle as he guides me out of the restaurant. The way he moves, the way he's so in control yet so careful with me, sends my heart racing. I can feel the anticipation building with every step we take. The heat between us is growing more intense by the second.

We step outside but the cool night air does little to cool the fire burning within me. The valet brings the car around, and as soon as we slide into the front seats, Luke's lips are on mine. The kiss is urgent, filled with a hunger that we've both been holding back all night. A soft moan escape me as his lips trail down to my neck, sending sparks of pleasure to tingle through me.

The kiss is heated, almost desperate, as if we're both afraid that any moment now, the world will pull us apart. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer as his lips claim mine again and again. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently as I lose myself in the taste of him, the feel of him, the way his hard body presses against mine.

But then, a sharp knock on the window pulls us back to reality. It's the valet, gesturing to the cars lining up behind us. Luke pulls back with a groan, he rests his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath.