"You promised me food," she says, fluffing her hair once she's got the dress adjusted. She looks absolutely edible. Her hair is in loose curls and her makeup is smoky. The dress skims her curves, showing off her sexy body. The strappy heels on her feet are not helping matters. She looks like pure sex.
"I can feed you my cock again," I offer, not sure if taking her out is a good idea or not. She looks ravishing. Maybe too much.
She pretends to think about it. "Steak," she demands, strutting across the room to loop her arms around my neck. With her heels on her feet, she's at the perfect height for me to bend her over the side of the bed and take her from behind again.
"You promised me the best steak known to mankind."
"Fine, but it's your fault if I end up in jail for punching some motherfucker in the face."
"You'll survive without an orgasm for a few hours, Colton," she says, shaking her head. Her lips twitch with amusement. "It's not the end of the world."
"No but letting anyone see you in that dress might be." I cock a brow at her. "You look hot as fuck. They're all going to be staring at you, which is going to piss me off."
"Whatever." She rolls her eyes. "They will not."
I stare at her like she's crazy, because she is if she believes that shit. "Trust me, gorgeous, every goddamn man in the restaurant is going to wish he were me when they see you in that dress. You look edible."
Her cheeks turn pink and her expression softens. "You're being awful charming again."
"Just telling you the truth," I say with a shrug before dropping a kiss on her lips. I've been all over her since last night, but it's not nearly enough to sate me. Every time she breathes, my dick comes roaring back to life, ready to go another round.
She says she isn't sore, but I doubt that. She needs a break…hence why I'm taking her out to dinner. If we don't leave the house, I'll be inside her again within an hour, thus ruining all my good intentions.
"Come on," I murmur, grabbing her hand to pull her out of the bedroom.