Page 88 of Accidental Blind Date
Chapter 31
Dax
“You looked hot as hell naked on the beach,” I say from the bed of our resort suite.
“It was dark out,” Libby calls out from the bathroom.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say. “I could still see you. And you looked delicious.”
“Okay but what does that have to do with this dress? I liked it when I bought it, but I also tried it on before spending a week on vacation eating at buffets and drinking rum out of fruit bowls.”
It’s out last night in Costa Rica and we have a reservation for the Japanese restaurant at the resort. Seeing as how Asian food is Libby’s ‘favorite of favorites’ as she puts it, I saved it for last.
“I am sure you look beautiful,” I tell her.
The door opens and Libby walks out in a red floor length dress that is both fitted and flowy, longer in the back and shorter in the front.
“You look like Marilyn Monroe…if she was brunette and way hotter and the dress was red,” I ramble. “What I mean is…wow.”
“You’re sure it’s not too much?” she asks, turning to the full-length mirror on the wall.
I rush over to her. “Baby, we are in Costa Rica. I promise it’s not too much. If people are staring it’s because you look gorgeous.”
“Okay,” she says with a small smile that tells me she loves the dress and the way it makes her feel. And she should. Because…damn.
“Good.” I plant a kiss on her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder, moving the strap aside as I do and Libby giggles, shrugging me away.
“Don’t get me excited,” she says.
I grab her hand before she can sneak away. “Why?”
“Because we have a reservation in ten minutes.”
“We can be a little late. There’s a fifteen-minute grace period. We could accomplish a lot in fifteen minutes,” I smirk down at her, wrapping her hands around my waist so I can put my hands elsewhere.
“Well, I’m hungry now,” she says. “So, whatever you were planning to do for the next…fourteen…minutes will just have to wait.”
“You sure about that?” I ask, tipping her chin up to meet mine.
Libby’s lips part and our mouths slowly inch closer and closer together. And then, she pulls back. “Yeah, I’m sure. Now let’s go.”
I take a deep breath as she pulls away from me and all I can do is watch her ass, which looksunrealin that dress, as she sashays off to the door. That and tuck my granite hard cock into the belt of my slacks.
“You coming?” she asks, turning to smirk back at me.
If I’m not, I will be soon.
The restaurant is perfect with small, dim lit tables, quiet music, and the best garlic aioli edamame I’ve ever had. But the best part is simply sitting with Libby as she enthusiastically sips her drink and goes on about howlovelythe place is. Everything from the candle to the gyoza to the rainbow roll and everything else. All I can do is smile.
“You seem like you’re having a good time,” she says, and that’s when I realize that all I’ve been doing for the past twenty minutes is smiling and staring.
“I am,” I tell her. “Just being here with you, it's…I don’t want to leave. I don’t want it to be over.”
Libby smiles over at me while she sips her drink. Her eyes are warm and dark at the same time. Her cheeks are rosy, and her lips are full and the color of wine. “What about your girls?” I ask.
“I do miss the girls,” I admit. “But I also love being here with you. Alone. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt…anything really.”
I take another sip of my own drink, hoping the whiskey will shut me up. But at the same time, I don’t care. I mean everything I am saying.
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