Belong to You(9)

By: Vi Keeland

I picked out a pale blue strapless dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was the dress I knew looked good on me and always brought me compliments. My legs looked long and lean under the short skirt and the pale blue showed off my dark tan. Last time I wore it, Michael had told me that the pale blue color in the dress matched my eyes perfectly. I left my long hair down, framing my tan face. The dress made me feel pretty and gave me confidence. Oddly, I wasn’t feeling as nervous as I had expected to for my dinner date, and, more specifically, what was to come after dinner.

I was feeling good and closed my eyes as I lost myself singing along with one of my favorite songs, when I turned and saw Jack standing in the doorframe. He took up most of the doorway and looked freaking amazing.

“I was enjoying the show.” His voice was low and husky.

“How long were you standing there?”

“Sienna opened the door for me on her way out. You look fucking incredible.”

I shook my head at his compliment and smiled, pretending I found his words harsh. “You have such a way with words.” They may not have been the most eloquent words, but I felt them somewhere deep inside of me. His words were raw and honest.

My comment didn’t faze him in the slightest. “If I take one step into this room, I won’t get to enjoy that dress and we definitely won’t be going to a restaurant. So let’s go before I eat you for dinner.”

Even though he said it in jest, I knew he wasn’t really kidding. I grabbed my bag and went quickly to the door. I opened my bag to put my room key in and a dozen condoms that must have been crammed in came popping out.

“I am going to kill Sienna.” I was completely flustered and embarrassed.

“I’m going to thank her.” Jack smiled a full smile and took my hand to lead me to dinner.


I was a little nervous that dinner would be awkward because we both knew what was going to happen afterward. But it was just the opposite. Our conversation flowed so freely; it was hard to believe that we had only met yesterday. We talked and teased and laughed all the way through dinner and drinks. He ordered us a dessert I had never heard of with two spoons and I noticed that the waiter and most of the staff all seemed to know him by name.

“Do you come here often? Everyone seems to know your name.”

“Question number two. Yes, I come here a few times a year. It’s one of my favorite hotels.”

“That isn’t really a personal question, I don’t think I should get charged for that one!” I pouted.

“Asking a person where they vacation qualifies as a personal question.”

“Fine. But I want it noted that I used that one under protest.”

He pretended to be serious, but I saw the corners of his glorious mouth twitch upwards. “So noted.” A pause, and then, “My turn. Are you on birth control?”

“Question number 3. You are going to cash in all of your chips before the end of the game, if you aren’t careful.”

Both his eyebrows arched in surprise and he smirked, but waited for my answer.

“Yes, I’m on birth control and I just had a physical last month. I’m clean. I thought I might save you a question and throw in the second part for free.” I arched one eyebrow and smirked back at him. “My turn. When…” I started but was quickly interrupted by Jack.

“Save the question, I’ll donate the answer. Physical. Three week ago. Clean as a whistle. Plus, I’ve always used a condom.”

“Always?” I assumed he was exaggerating.

His face was serious. “That one’s gonna cost you. Question number 3. Every. Single. Time.”

I was intrigued and starting to get turned on. It wasn’t typical first date conversation, but yet it seemed oddly normal to have the conversation with him. “And you want your first time without one to be with me?”

“Question number 4. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He ran his fingers through his sexy hair. Jack had the type of hair that looked like he just had sex and I was more than a little jealous that it was his fingers delving into his hair, and not mine. But I was glad to see that he had a tell, the first sign that our conversation was starting to affect him too. He caught my eyes, “I want to feel every bit of you. Then I want to pump myself into you so far that you can feel it seep deep into your body.”

Oh. My. God. I had to recross my legs and clamp my thighs tightly together to keep my body from responding to just his words.

“Are you wearing underwear?” His voice was low and raspy. I heard the desire pour from his words.

“Question number 4.” I bit my lip and hesitated for a brief second. “No.” I barely finished my word when Jack had lifted me up and out of my seat and grabbed my hand heading for the door. We passed the waiter bringing out dessert as we flew by him.

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