“Elias,” I whisper. “Will you behave?” I pull my skirt down over my hips.
He smiles into my neck and pulls me closer; his lips brush against mine as he takes my face in his hands. The kiss is slow, long, and deliberate, and I find my feet floating in the air.
“Dinner?” he breathes.
“Hmm.” I smile against him as he holds my face. There’s no mistaking that kiss. It’s tempting, sensual, and a promise of s****l satisfaction.
“What time will I pick you up?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you think you can tell me what to wear and what to do.”
He smiles softly, and I feel my heart skip a beat; he hasn’t smiled at me like that since the first night we met.
“Forgive me,” he whispers as he leans in and kisses me again. “I simply wanted you to wear my favorite outfit so I could admi
