“He does like you.” He chuckles. I feel his chest rumble against my back.
I raise a brow at him.
“He does,” he maintains. “He thinks you’re a good influence on me.”
“He thinks I distract you.”
“You do distract me. You’re a bad…bad distraction, Andressa.” He runs his tongue up my neck to my ear. He nips my earlobe with his teeth, making me shiver.
“I’m bad, huh?”
“Mmhmm…you’re really, really bad.”
He slides his hand up my stomach. Cupping my breast, he brushes his thumb over my already hard nipple. The feeling shoots straight to my sex.
“And I’d show you exactly how bad if we didn’t have to go to dinner right now.”
Turning in his arms, I tip my lips up at one corner. “We could cancel and stay here. I’ll let you punish me for being bad.” Lifting my arms, I press my wrists together, giving him an innocent look.
That gets his attention. I see lust flicker to life in his eyes and feel it press up against my hip.
“Fuck. Now, I’m hard.” He glances at his watch and groans. “We’re already late, and I can’t fuck you quick.” Cupping my chin in his hand, he gives me a hard kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. “When we get back, I’m tying you to my bed, and I’m gonna show you exactly how bad I can be.”
Releasing me, he backs away with the hottest look on his face ever, making my insides tremble.
“Now, let’s get this fucking dinner over with, so we can come back, and I can fuck the hell out of you.”
Feeling hot between the thighs, I decide to wind him up because I’m not getting my own way. “Oh, and just so you know, I’m not wearing any knickers.” I give him a saucy look as I pass him, grabbing my clutch off the dresser.
I was going to save that nugget of information for later, but I just couldn’t help myself.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” His chest presses up against my back, bringing me to a stop, as his hand lifts my dress, finding me bare and ready for him. “Jesus, you’re not kidding.” He groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
“Just think how much easier it’ll be to access me later.” I flash my eyes back at him as he lifts his head.
“God…this is gonna be a long-ass dinner, knowing you’re sitting next to me, bare. Don’t be surprised if I drag you off to the restroom and fuck you right there.”
My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t. Not while we’re out with your dad.”
“Wouldn’t I?” He raises his brow. Then, he slaps my arse as he moves away. Opening the door, he says, “After you.”
We’re meeting Owen at Costes. It’s Carrick’s favorite restaurant here in Budapest. And as we’re staying at the Four Seasons, it’s only a short walk away, so Carrick and I go on foot.
We arrive at the restaurant first.
We’re seated and ordering our drinks when Owen arrives. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No, you’re fine,” Carrick replies.
“Andi, lovely to see you.”
Owen leans over the table to kiss my cheek, so I rise up to meet him.
He takes the seat opposite me. Picking his menu up, he gives his drink order to the waitress.
“So, how’s your day been?” Owen asks Carrick.
“Good. I trained this morning. Then, I took Andressa for a drive over Chain Bridge, and we went to see a few landmarks.”
“Oh? Where?”
“Saint Stephen’s Basilica, and we also visited Shoes on the Danube Bank,” I answer.
“Oh, yes, I’ve been to the Danube Bank. Hauntingly touching, I found.”
“Yes, it was.”
The waitress comes back with our drinks.
I pick up my menu and start looking at the food choices. “What do you recommend?” I ask Carrick.
“Veal. That’s what I usually have.”
“But…isn’t veal baby cows?” My brows draw together.
“Yep.”
“Jesus, I’m not eating baby cows!” I screw up my face in disgust. “I’ll have the steak instead.”
Carrick sputters out a laugh. “You won’t eat baby cows, but you’ll eat adult cows? Where’s the logic, babe?”
“They’re babies!” I gesticulate. “It’s just wrong!”
“But it’s okay to eat the mammy cows?”
Fuck. He’s got me there.
“Fine. I’ll have the crayfish.”
“But what if that’s a baby crayfish?”
Bastard.
Carrick’s eyes are filled with mirth. Even Owen is choking back a laugh.
I narrow my eyes at Carrick, and then my gaze goes back to the menu, quickly scanning. “I’ll have the spinach ravioli.” I slap my menu shut, jutting out my lip.
“Aw, babe, I’m just teasing. Have the steak.”
“No, I’m oddly off it now.”
“Don’t sulk.” He tugs on my pouting lips with his thumb and finger.
As if I could stay mad at him.
“I’m not sulking. Promise.” I smile easily. “I’m good with the ravioli.”
He smiles back at me with such warmth that I feel it coat my skin like the sun is shining on me. He hangs his arm around the back of my chair.
As I turn my face forward, I see Owen watching us with obvious interest.
It makes me wonder if Carrick is always this affectionate with women in front of his dad. Owen doesn’t seem surprised by it, so maybe Carrick is.