Opening my menu, I see that there is not one fucking thing I would eat on it. Most of it is in French, but what I can muddle through with my high school language courses, doesn’t even sound appealing.
“Um, Drake?” Summer asks peeking over her menu.
“Yeah,” I say.
“I can’t eat any of this stuff. I’m sorry,” she says.
“Are you a vegetarian?” I ask, almost worried.
“Oh, God, no. But I don’t think snails with chocolate sauce sounds too good to me,” she says giggling.
“Ooof, me either. What would you recommend?”
“You just moved here, right?” she asks, and I nod. “So you don’t know about the food trucks?”
“I do not know about the food trucks. Is that more than one food truck?”
“Oh, yes. About twenty-five of them. Anything you could possibly imagine, it’s out there.”
“Out, where?”
“Planter’s Field. It’s about five minutes out of town.”
“Let’s go,” I say standing and holding out my hand to her.
“Really? Won’t it be rude if we just get up?”
“It probably is, but I’m starving, and I’m not eating anything here,” I say, shrugging.
“Me too,” she says, standing and placing her hand in mine. There is something about just how soft her skin is. I want to feel more of it. I need her under me, breeding her. Fuck, that’s the damn dream.
The valet brings the car back, and we take off. When we pull up to the makeshift parking lot, I am taken aback by the sheer amount of cars parked here.
“Whoa,” I say as we climb out of the car. I am assaulted with
many different delicious scents. I want to try them all.
“Where do you want to start? Tacos, pizza, barbecue?”
“Yes,” I say, and she giggles.
“So which one?” she asks.
“All of them sound good to me.”
“We are going to get along so well,” she says, taking my hand again. I am surprised at how comfortable we have instantly become with one another. Don’t get me wrong, that’s what I want with her. With her, I want it all. We stop at a pizza truck first, each getting a large slice. We take it, and the cokes we get to one of the picnic tables set up inside the giant circle made from the trucks. She takes her first bite of pizza and moans. It hits me straight in the balls.
“This is so good. Why are you staring at me? Do I have grease on my face or something?” she asks, setting her slice down and frantically wiping her face. I reach out my hand to still her.
“Baby. No. You don’t have any grease on your beautiful face.”
She blushes again. “Eat. It’s good,” she says, and I grin at her, picking up the pizza taking a bite. It’s good, but it’s not New York good. After finishing her pizza, she stands.
“What do you want to try next? There is a fried chicken that’s to die for,” she says.
“Fried chicken it is,” I say following her lead.
We must have tried five different things before she was ready to go. We also talked about every fucking thing under the sun. She is everything I have ever wanted in a woman and more. Even before I moved here, it’s been years since I’ve been on a date, let alone slept with anyone. She makes me want more. She makes me want everything.
“I was going to take you dancing,” I state while we walk to the car.
“Dancing is overrated. We could get a drink,” she offers instead. “There is a little bar right by my place.”
“Sounds good. We might just make last call.”
“We just might,” she says. When we get to my car, I realize we have not stopped holding hands for most of the night.
After our drink, we stand at her door talking for a while, neither of us ready for the night to end.
“I had a lovely evening.” She says, smiling shyly.
“I’d like to do this again. Tonight?” I ask, looking at my watch. It’s three-thirty. Where did the time go?
“I have to work tonight. How about you come in for some coffee or something?” she asks, her voice is thick with desire. Fuck. I imagine sinking into her pussy, claiming her, owning her. My cock hardens at the implications “coffee” suggests.
“Coffee sounds good, but if I come in, coffee will be the last thing we’re thinking about. Are you ready for that?” I ask. When she hesitates, I already know her answer. I step into her space, backing her against the wall next to her door, and comb my fingers through her hair long thick hair that she wore down tonight. “Baby, I’m not rushing you, there’s no reason to.”
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and I about lose my mind watching that plump bottom lip. I groan and realize I’ve waited too long to taste her. Like a deprived animal, I take her mouth in a hungry kiss, driving my tongue into her hot, waiting mouth. I’m not thinking, I’m going on instinct. She tastes sweet, and I can’t pull away from her. I need Summer like I need oxygen. Her lush body pressed against mine is driving me mad, but then the temptress slips her hands down my chest and up under my shirt. I’ve known since the moment I saw her she was going to be my woman, going to make me a husband, and would carry my babies, one day. I’m done waiting and judging by the way her tongue is curling against mine, she’s done as well. One day is starting today.