“Like it?” Eric asked incredulously. He spun me around to face him and kissed me soundly, making sure I knew exactly how much he 'liked' it. I could feel his member digging into my thigh, not at full hardness yet but definitely trying to get there.
The fact that he wanted me so badly hit me like a sack of bricks, and I couldn't help smiling breathlessly up at him. “You don't look so bad yourself,” I said, tugging playfully at his tie.
“What's this?” Eric asked suddenly, tapping the iconic pink tag that had fallen out of the bag that had held the dress, probably accidentally blown by the hair dryer. “Nothing,” I said, blushing and shoving the bag away.
Eric groaned. “You've just made it impossible for me to focus on anything but you for the rest of the evening,” he said. “Not that I was doing a very good job of that anyway.”
I grinned at him. “Well, let's go to dinner then,” I said. “The sooner we eat, the sooner we can be back here.”
Eric grinned. “I like that logic,” he said, nodding at me. He linked his fingers with mine and tugged me out of the suite.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Eric
I watched Olivia's face as I led her into the restaurant. It was one of the fanciest places in Chicago, and I hoped she was okay with that. She looked positively amazing in that black evening dress of hers, and the way it played low around her breasts and the small of her back turned me on.
Almost as much as the flash of red lace that I'd caught peeking out at one point during the walk to the elevator.
I grinned, mind already going wild as I imagined what the night might hold. But I knew that when I finally got to strip her down, it was going to be better than any fantasy I could possibly come up with. The fact remained that she was the sexiest woman I had ever met. I could hardly wait to see her spread out on the bed beneath me, at the end of the night.
But first, I wanted to have a nice meal with her.
“Eric, this place is incredible,” Olivia said quietly as her eyes scanned the place. She gave a small laugh. “I hate to say it, but I'm glad we didn't stay in and get room service.”
I grinned at her and gestured for her to lead the way to our table behind the maître d'.
“God, everything on this menu looks good,” she said when we had been seated.
“If I can interest you in our wine menu as well,” the man said, holding that out to her.
Olivia looked surprised and then shook her head. “I'm not drinking,” she said, sounding regretful.
The maître d' raised an eyebrow at her, no doubt sussing out the reason for it, but tactfully retreated, murmuring that someone would be along to take our orders shortly.
“I'll have to take you back here once the baby's out,” I promised her. “But for tonight, we can stick to water. Or I can see if they can rustle up some sparkling grape juice.”
“You don't have to do that,” Olivia said shyly. “Take me back here, I mean. You don't have to worry about sparkling grape juice, either. I'll just stick with water. I'm probably a little dehydrated after walking around all day, anyway.”
“I want to take you back here,” I said simply. “Especially if you keep dressing like that.”
Olivia gave me a small smile, but she looked almost worried. “You realize I'm probably not going to look this good in a sexy dress after I have the baby,” she said. “Besides, I'm sure we'll have our hands full once she's here. What with two little ones at home.”
“You're always going to look sexy to me, even if you had hips a mile wide and work a burlap sack,” I told her, winking. “As for having our hands full, sure we will,” I agreed. “But we can get a sitter, eventually at least. I'll have to take you out on your birthday if nothing else.”
Olivia smiled over at me. “Well, if you insist,” she said.
Olivia ordered an Alfredo dish, and I got chicken parmesan. It didn't take long before our food came out, and I was impressed at how tasty it looked. Good portion sizes too, despite this being a fancy restaurant. We both tucked into our dishes as soon as they arrived, and the look on Olivia's face after her first bite was pure bliss. “My God, I'm going to gain a hundred pounds during this pregnancy if you keep feeding me like this!”
“I'll still love you even if you do,” I said magnanimously, and she giggled, whacking me with her napkin.
“You'd better,” she said. “Since it's your fault that I'm in this situation to begin with.”
“It takes two to tango,” I reminded her with a smirk.
“Is that what they're telling you in med school these days?”
I snorted but didn't respond. “Want to try my chicken?” I asked her.