Page 136 of Your Last First Kiss

“He didn’t say anything when I saw him earlier,” I murmur.

“That’s because I asked him not to. Not until I was sure my plans would work out. I was just waiting for Kai’s driver’s ed schedule.”

“Huh? What does driver’s ed have to do with Miller coming over?”

“Because he’s staying the night. Here. With the kids.” He enunciates every word by slowly sealing our bodies together. I frown, and his smile grows wider. “It occurred to me yesterday that we’ve been to hell and back, but I’ve never taken you on a proper date. I’m aiming to fix that. Tonight.”

A million scenarios run through my mind, but I can’t stop my gaze from drifting toward Kai’s room. After a few family sessions, we’ve stopped asking his permission for things concerning my relationship with Dillon. I wouldn’t say he’s done a complete one-eighty, but he’s close.

Dillon takes a step back and chuckles. “I spoke to Kai on the drive today. I asked him to help with the kids tonight because we’re going out. He said, and I quote, ‘Sure, it’s not like I have any plans for the rest of my life.’”

Because yeah, he’s still grounded for the SUV damage he caused.

Anxiety slowly bleeds from my tense shoulders, and my body softens as I stare up into Dillon’s eyes. “We’re doing an overnight?”

“We are.” He grins and I feel it everywhere.

“What do I need?”

“An outfit for dinner and nothing else. After I feed you…” He leans in. His hot breath hits my ear, and a shiver skips down my spine. “I’m going to feed on you.”

My core clenches at the possibilities, and Dillon groans like he can feel it too.

“We leave at five,” he says before walking away.

I check my watch. That leaves me three hours to primp, pack, and pray. I pray every day that this isn’t a dream because, on the good days, it’s like I’m living inside a rainbow.

* * *

We’re seatedat a VIP table tucked into the corner at the back of Buttery Kuts Steakhouse. If we weren’t sitting here, I probably wouldn’t have even known it existed. I’m trying to remember when I told Dillon the name of this place, but I can’t recall it.

“Did I tell you that I’ve always wanted to have a real meal here?”

Dillon’s jaw twitches, like he’s clenching his teeth, and his nostrils flare on a deep inhale. He stands and slides his chair along the round table until he’s seated next to me instead of across.

He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips, where he places the most delicate kiss. It’s such a contrast to how he is in the bedroom that I might swoon a little.

He’s doing this, all of this, for me.

“I told you I wanted to be your last first everything. The last first kiss. The last first orgasm.”

He grins when I cross my legs.

It’s dangerous being in public with him and no kids. The sexual energy flies out of him like a torpedo.

“Well,” he says, then he flicks my hand with his tongue like he does when he goes down on me, and I wiggle in my seat. “I decided there are some firsts I want to erase from your memory. Like coming here and only getting a salad.”

I narrow my eyes. “Miller ratted me out.”

“Miller loves you and wants what’s best for you. But yes, he told me about this place and recommended this specific table for the”—he glances around the secluded space—“privacy.”

“It’s nice. Like a private room, but…not.” My gaze follows his to see the sheer pillowy panel that covers the narrow entrance. “Do you ever wonder if Miller’s lonely?”

He sits back in his chair, and his eyes trace every inch of me. “Are you turning into a lovesick matchmaker now?”

My crossed legs are not relieving the pressure that’s building.

When I don’t answer, Dillon sighs. “Sometimes. But I’m also a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. His girl is out there. He’ll find her.”