Chapter 337

Jon slipped into the car, grabbing her hand, he place it on his hard thigh.

His eyes burned into hers as he spoke softly.

“I want it here the whole night.”

His heat soaked into her hand, the feel of his tight thigh made her feel a tad moist between her thighs. This is going be a torturous evening, she just knew it.

His hand made its way to her thigh, the slip of the dress gave him easy access, and she smiled as his hand stroked the silkiness of her thigh highs, if he went higher and found out she wore nothing….

Her heart was pounding as excitement and lust rushed to the pit of her stomach, she had hoped she could let him know of that little fact when they are in the restaurant, just to give him a little taste of what’s to come.

He didn’t trust himself enough to touch her higher, so he kept his hand where it was, marvelling at the womanly feel of her, knowing her would unwrap her like a present later tonight made the anticipation even better.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, devouring each other with their eyes.

When the main meal arrived, they were so worked up they couldn’t even taste their food.

Jon enjoyed the relaxed feeling the wine brought and sat back his eyes roaming over the intimate little restaurant. A few couples were dancing to a slow romantic song and suddenly he had the desire to feel her in his arms.

“Come dance with me baby.”

She took his hand and followed him on the dance floor.

She walked into his arms, feeling his hand resting on the slight swelling of her buttock, pulling her tightly against him.

An unmistakable bulge pressed into her hip.

He chuckled at her raised eyebrow.

“I’m so hot for you baby, I’ve had this hardon since I saw you tonight. You are making me suffer. The thigh highs aren’t helping either….”

He was whispering in her ear, his breath brushing a tendril away from her ear.

She breathed deeply, trying to get her own feelings under control. His hand burned into her buttocks, pushing her closer to the bulge she so longed to feel inside her.

The music ended too soon and they walked back to the table. Jon’s filled his wine glass while Cheyenne opted for a café latte .

He stared at her for a while, lost in his own thoughts when he realised she was staring at him. His hand slipped back to her thigh , squeezing her flesh.

“I don’t think we should stay too much longer. We have some unfinished business.”

“Oh and what would that be?” She feigned innocence.