Page 85 of Awakening the Beast
A soft, satisfied smile tugs at my lips and I gently cradle his face in my hands, guiding him down to my waiting lips. When our mouths finally meet, it's a heated, urgent connection. He growls softly as his hand drifts to my ass, squeezing it with a firm grip.
When we finally part, I keep a firm hold of his hand, our fingers intertwined, and we slide into our seats opposite one another, unwilling to break the contact.
“How was your day?” I ask, settling into my chair, my eyes still locked on his.
“Same shit,” he responds with a hint of frustration, though his eyes remain pinned on me, as if trying to undress me with his stare.
I smirk, shifting my gaze to the drink resting on the table. “You ordered me a drink?”
He nods almost mindlessly, his eyes brimming with an aroused focus. As I enjoy the sweet cocktail, Arlo’s doesn’t take his eyes away, making me feel like I am the only person in the room.
“This place is incredible,” I remark, taking in the luxurious surroundings and letting my fingertips graze over the rim of the glass. “You really know how to spoil me.”
He smirks, his lips curling into a predatory grin. “You deserve it. But I’d like nothing more to spoil you in another way.”
He leans in slightly, his thumb tracing the pattern of his initial on my palm. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you,” he confesses with a growl.
I tilt my head, meeting his gaze with a smile, then I look away.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as if he senses something hidden.
I shake my head softly, my eyes holding his. “Not tonight, baby.”
He tries to work me out before he eventually nods, releasing a deep breath. The conversation flows naturally from there, combined with laughter and our back-and-forth banter. We enjoy our meal, enjoying each dish and drink.
“You went to see my mom?” he asks, his fork poised above a juicy piece of steak.
“I did,” I reply.
His eyes flick up from his plate, searching mine. “How did it go?”
I offer a small, reserved nod and glance away, “Yeah, okay.”
He takes a measured bite of steak as he observes me carefully.
“Didn’t you two get along when I was… ‘dead’?” he finally inquires after all this time.
I blink blankly at him, silently thinking of all that time he was gone, leaving me to deal with everything and she didn’t support me once.
“No,” I admit, and his expression remains unchanged—calm yet detached.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. She wasn’t too keen on getting to know me, especially once I gained access to the business and your assets.”
His brows lift slightly, and he dabs at his mouth with a napkin, clearly processing my words.
“I know she can be difficult, Wren. But…” he begins.
I cut him off gently, squeezing his hand. “I’ll continue to try for you,” I say. “Just like you do for me. It’s how this works.”
He gives a small, grateful nod, his understanding clear although he doesn’t seem totally convinced. We both know deep down the difficulties that come with his mom. Although I’m on to Carmella, if I’m wrong, I will keep me promise and try harder for him. It’s only right.
He leans back in his chair, his eyes locking onto mine with a dark glint, and he pulls on my hand.
“You look stunning, but you’d look even better sitting on my cock,” he says with a head gesture.
I can't help but giggle, the sound escaping freely as I rise from my seat. With a confident stride, I move around the table, feeling his intense gaze on my figure the entire way. When I reach him, I settle onto his thigh, not caring who sees.
