“My father. I renamed the restaurant after him.”
Turning off the engine, I climb out of the car and move fast around it to open her door.
I take her hand as she gets out. “Thank you. I can’t remember the last time a man opened a car door for me. Actually, I think it was…never.” She giggles.
“Well, get used to it because you’re with me now. I am always going to open your doors.”
Leaning in, I press a gentle kiss on her lips, loving the soft moan she makes.
As I move back, she rubs her thumb over my lips. “Lipstick.”
“Have I told you how much I love your red lips?”
“You told me quite a few times last night.” A spark of mischief enters her eyes, and it has my cock sitting up and paying attention,
“You know, I could have met you here. Save you driving out to my place and then back on yourself.” She’s referring to the fact that we’re in Mayfair, a few minutes from my house.
“No way would I ever have you meet me out. We are on a date, and I pick my girl up for our dates.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
“My girl?” I stop at the door.
“Mmhmm.”
“Well, you are.”
The smile she gives me leaves me feeling a little breathless.
I open the door, letting India through first. The smell of this place always reminds me of home.
“Mr. Silva, good evening. I have your table ready for you.”
“Thank you, Miguel.”
I follow Miguel to the table I requested, which is a booth in the back. The restaurant is busy tonight, but the positioning of this booth gives us total privacy. Just what I want with India.
India slides into the booth. Instead of sitting opposite her, I take the seat next to her. I plan on having my hands on her a lot this evening.
When we’re seated, we order our drinks, and Miguel leaves us with the menus. I don’t need to open mine. I know everything on this menu.
India removes her jacket, and I am greeted with an amazing view of her cleavage from the plunging neckline of her dress. My cock starts to harden. She opens her menu, leaning forward to read it, and I can see straight down her dress.
“What’s best to eat here?” she asks without looking at me.
“Everything. But I’m only hungry for one thing right now—you.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“You look seriously hot in that dress.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I more than like it.”
She bites her lip, and my cock jerks. Her lip biting really does it for me.
“Are you ready to order?” Miguel appears back at the table with our drinks.
I have to contain my growl of annoyance at the interruption.
“Do you want me to order for us both?” I ask India.
“Sure.”
I quickly place our order with Miguel, so he can fuck off and leave us alone.
“This place is amazing.” She picks her wine up, taking a sip.
“Thank you.”
“I can’t believe you own a restaurant and that I didn’t even know about it.” Smiling, she shakes her head. “I thought I knew a lot about you, but I feel like there’s still so much for me to learn.”
“Ask me anything. I’ll answer. You know that.” I give her a look, referring to our sessions, where I wasn’t exactly shy on divulging information.
“Any more businesses that I don’t know about?”
“No. Just the one.”
“How old were you when you started racing cars?”
I shrug. “Young. A teenager.”
“First race you won?”
“Well, aside from the illegal street racing I used to do…” I see her eyes flash with danger. “A junior rally championship back home in Brazil when I was fourteen.”
“So, you were a bad boy when you were younger?”
“I’m still bad now.” I grin.
She rests her elbow on the table, chin in her hand. “I bet being the hot racing bad boy got you a lot of girls.”
“I did all right.” I give a lazy shrug.
“First serious girlfriend?”
“Larissa Garcia.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Sixteen.”
“With Larissa?”
“No. With Larissa’s older sister, Marisa. She was eighteen.”
“You’re kidding?” She lets out a shocked-sounding laugh.
“No. It was why Larissa and I broke up. I was a bit of a shit when I was a kid.” I chuckle, pulling a face.
“And as an adult.” She raises a brow in reference to my conquests, which she knows all about from our therapy sessions. The only downside of dating my therapist.
My playful mood takes a quick nosedive.
“That’s who I was. I am not that man anymore.”
“I know,” she says softly, her hand touching my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I bring my eyes to hers. “No, you weren’t wrong. I just want you to know, that guy before…he is in the past. You are my future.”
The happiness that shines in her eyes makes my heart beat faster.
“You’re my future, too.” She leans in and kisses my lips. “I love you, Leandro.” Her words whisper over my skin, heightening my need for her.
I take over the kiss, my hand in her hair, tilting her head back so that I can kiss her deeper. My other hand grips her hip, pulling her closer to me. She makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.