Over dinner, I asked her a lot of questions, genuinely interested in learning about her life. She lit up immediately when she spoke about the sport she loved and her passion for the water. Her expression was vibrant and animated as she described her training, goals, and the dedication required to compete at her level.
My focus was absolute, my memory carefully locking in every detail she shared. This woman with quiet strength, determination, and so much fire burning beneath that soft exterior fascinated me.
She asked me a few questions as well, and I told her I’d grown up in Miami and had a younger brother and sister, both of whom I was close with. My father was a first-generation American afterhis parents came to the States from Spain, and he’d met my mother when he went to visit family for the summer.
“They had a fling, then he left. A week later, he showed up on her doorstep because he couldn’t live without her. They married within a couple of weeks, then moved her to Miami.” I grinned. “She was pregnant like a minute later…and here I am.”
Cecily laughed, the sweet musical sound touching something deep in my soul. “So you speak Spanish?”
“Mostly when I’m cursing,” I admitted with a wink. “Don’t tell my mother that.”
She giggled again, and I changed the subject back to her, still not satisfied that I knew enough about her.
I touched her subtly as we spoke. My thumb brushed gently along her wrist when I took her hand; my palm settled possessively on her thigh. My fingers lightly toyed with the ends of her hair when I leaned in closer, or I draped my arm behind her on the booth.
Each touch drew out soft reactions. Her breathing hitched softly, her skin flushing a delicate shade of pink, and her eyes darkening in a way that had me wanting her more fiercely with every passing minute.
Eventually, she paused, watching me with a gentle curiosity as she tilted her head slightly. “I honestly didn’t expect you’d be interested in the swimming and my goals. Most people don’t really care about this part of me since I didn’t make the Olympics.”
I leaned forward, my gaze locked onto hers, my voice leaving no doubt. “I want to know every part of you, Cecily.”
A slow blush swept over her cheeks at the intensity behind my words. “Oh.”
My voice dropped further, edged with heat as I clarified, “And I mean every single part.”
Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened a fraction. I felt my pulse spike at the sight. Leaning back slightly, satisfaction settled low in my chest. She understood exactly what I meant, and she wasn’t running from it.
The server sidled up to our table, a little too eager to take our dessert order. His eyes had lingered appreciatively on Cecily one too many times over the evening, his gaze skimming just a beat too long over the soft curves of her shoulders and the graceful line of her neck.
This time, they dropped lower, and something hot and possessive flared inside me. Irritation rose within me as I shifted closer to her side, my thigh brushing intentionally against hers.
I settled my arm along the back of her chair, leaning subtly into her space, making it abundantly clear exactly who she belonged to. When I locked eyes on the server, I let every ounce of my lethal intent slip into my expression. My gaze was cold and unflinching, silently warning him exactly where the line was. And how severely he’d fucked up by crossing it.
His eyes widened, his confident smile instantly dropping from his face, replaced by something close to terror. He swallowed visibly and hurriedly scribbled down our order, his hand shaking slightly as he backed away without another glance in Cecily’s direction.
Cecily stared at me, her brows arched high in surprised curiosity. A faint pink flushed her cheeks, and her lips parted in a way that made my heart kick beneath my ribs.
“What was that?” she asked, clearly both intrigued and amused.
I shrugged, not bothering to hide the possessive heat that simmered beneath my tone. “He was looking a little too long at something that doesn’t belong to him.”
Her eyes widened even more, heat coloring her cheeks as she stared at me in open surprise, clearly not expecting me to say something so blatant.
“Yours?” she asked, her voice taking on a sassy edge that had my blood heating even further.
I leaned closer, holding her gaze firmly.
“Mine,” I confirmed, the word carrying an unshakable certainty.
Before she could respond, a female server approached our table, carrying our desserts. The server placed Cecily’s bowl of ice cream carefully in front of her, then slid a slice of pie my way. But when she set the plate in front of me, her gaze dropped to my lips, and her smile tilted into something flirtatious as her eyes skimmed appreciatively over the rest of me.
Cecily stiffened, then released an audible harrumph, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the server. Her reaction was clearly involuntary, sending a wave of fierce satisfaction through me.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest, and when Cecily blushed deeply in embarrassment at her own display of jealousy, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “I like that you’re jealous, baby. Just means I belong to you, too.”
Cecily’s eyes softened, her expression turning quietly wistful, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she reached for her dessert, carefully scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and letting the sweetness distract her. I barely touched mine, my focus entirely on her as I watched her savor the treat, every movement she made captivating me.
Heat twisted in my gut, images flashing through my mind of her sweet mouth sliding over my cock, the taste of ice cream mingling with her warmth as I explored every inch of her skin, and the soft moans that would escape her as I sank deep inside her again and again. The thought had my body tightening, mycock hardening to a nearly unbearable ache as desire hardened my cock.