Taming Eric (26 page)

Her face was filled with tension, her eyes almost sad when she lifted her gaze to his. “Do you want to go
home?”

“I thought we were going to have dinner in Devon
port.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant do you want to go home? The mainland home. Finish with our time away?” Her voice was low and she averted her eyes fro
m his.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Did she want to leave him already? Pain lanced through him at the thought. “Is that what you want?” He finally asked, dreading what her answer mig
ht be.

“I just don’t want this tension Eric. I know you’re freaking out about me possibly being pregnant but I’m not going to continue with this.” She waved her hand between the two of them. “If it’s going to be like this. It’s done, we can’t change the outcome. I’m not going to worry about something that hasn’t happened yet or let it come between us like this. If you can’t move past it and accept that there’s no point letting this all do your head in, then there’s no point us staying down here. I might as well go
home.”

At her words Eric felt overwhelming frustration and he began to pace back and forth. He didn’t want to go home, he didn’t want their time away to end but he couldn’t pretend that there was a real possibility that she could be pregnant. The question though was could he do as she was saying and not worry until there was reason to worry? “Of course you can you fool. Do you want to lose her?” The little voice in his head quest
ioned.

He walked back up to her, grabbing her shoulders and pushed her against the shop window, his lips crashing down on hers. He kissed her with the all the desperation and frustration he was feeling. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and groaned softly when she finally started responding t
o him.

His cock stirred to life and he pressed his hips against her. She moaned into his mouth and he answered her with a groan. Their kiss was rapidly getting out of control and it took every ounce of effort for him to drag his lips from hers and step back, looking around, suddenly conscious of the fact they were standing in a public area where anyone could see
them.

Turning back to her, he stared into her stunning eyes that were clouded with her arousal, an arousal that he was sure would be mirrored in his. “I don’t want you to leave.” He whis
pered.

“I don’t want to go. Do you think you can just accept that what will be wil
l be?”

His shoulders slumped. “I don’t know, but if it means you’ll leave if I don’t then I have to try. I’m sorry Natasha but the idea of you being pregnant scares the hell out of me. I’m not ready to be a Father. I never intended having children. Hell, I’ve never even been around children. I’m sorry because I know I’m taking it out on you and I shouldn’t because I’m the one at fault. I shouldn’t have been so irresponsible and put you at
risk.”

“It takes two. I never thought about the condom either so that makes me just as respons
ible.”

“I don’t care Natasha. I’m the more experienced one here. You were a virgin before me. I told you I’ve never gone without a condom before. It’s hasn’t been an issue. I’ve never forgotten or allowed my need to consume me so much until
you.”

Her face lit up and he groaned. “Fuck don’t do that or I’m likely to do something that’s going to get us arre
sted.”

Natasha burst out laughing at his words and reluctantly he grinned, unable to stop it. He was just relieved that the tension between them was gone. Nothing was resolved, it couldn’t be until they had a definite answer as to whether she was pregnant or not but he was prepared to push it to the back of his mind for now if it kept the peace between
them.

“So how about an early dinner then home?” He sugg
ested.

“It sounds perfect.” She smiled. He took her hand and they continued walking until they came to a Chinese resta
urant.

“How about here?” Do you feel like Chi
nese?”

“Sounds perfect.” She gave him a wide smile and he groaned. She was so damned beautiful and when she smiled at him, where her whole face lit up, she made him feel ten feet tall. He loved her so much. It took all his effort not to ruin things between them and let those words in his head escape past his lips. He couldn’t stand to see her face if she was to learn how he really felt abou
t her.

“Keep smiling at me like that and it’ll be a case of fuck dinner and I’ll take you straight home to bed.” He growled and she gave him her Mona Lisa smile in res
ponse.

“Sounds good.” Her eyes danced with amusement and he dropped a quick kiss on her
lips.

“Dammit woman, don’t say that or we really won’t be having dinner.” He grabbed her hand again and dragged her into the restaurant before he acted on his words and did haul her back to the car and take her home t
o bed.

The restaurant was about half full and a waitress came to take them to a table in the far corner as he requested. They spent time going over their menus trying to decide what to eat. Another waitress took their drink orders and they were left alone
again.

“Have you made up your mind what you’re going to have yet?” He asked and she gave him a look of conf
usion.

“I don’t know Eric, everything sounds so
good.”

Their waitress came back to take their orders and give them their drinks. Eric chose short soup for his entrée and Chicken with vegetables and cashews for his main meal. He wasn’t surprised when Natasha ordered seafood for both entrée and main. Once the waitress had left with their orders he turned to her again, with a grin on his face. “Is seafood all you
eat?”

“No it’s not, but since I don’t eat it much at home, I always order it when I go out for dinner. Why order something I can have any
time?”

Eric couldn’t do anything else but smile at her kind of logic. “Whatever you reckon
baby.”

While they waited for their meals he told Natasha all about his Tasmanian home. How he’d bought the land four years ago, which had an old rundown farm house on it. How he’d demolished it then designed and built the home that was on it now, all by himself, well mostly by hi
mself.

“It’s beautiful Eric. I can understand why you would love coming to stay in it. It’s so peaceful and tran
quil.”

“Unfortunately I don’t get many opportunities to come and stay in it. I’m lucky I found Maggie and Thomas to caretake for me when I’m not around although they don’t live on the property but they’re my neighbours, so it’s not too difficult for them to keep an eye on things and maintain the grounds and clean it for me occasionally.” Eric spouted the well rehearsed lie he told everyone. Only Maggie, Tom and himself knew the
truth.

Just then the waitress turned up with their entrees and they were silent for a little while as they ate. He had to suffer through Natasha moaning her enjoyment of her meal and he felt himself getting hard just listening to her. He offered her a wanton and watched as her lips closed around it and he imagined they were closing around his cock. Damn her. Whenever he was around her his mind had trouble moving higher than his groin. Actually that was the cause of his irresponsible behaviour with her, he tended to do a lot of thinking with his little head only and that was guaranteed to get him into tr
ouble.

“Fuck it baby, do you have to eat like that? You’re making me hard. I want you to do to me what you just did to that wa
nton.”

Natasha arched a beautifully shaped eyebrow at him and gave him that smile of hers. “But I have done that. Have you forgotten alr
eady?”

“Fuck it baby, don’t remind me. You do it so well. I love it when those beautiful lips of yours are wrapped around my cock.” He said trying to keep the image of her lips around his cock out of his mind before it got him into even more trouble than he was already in. Sitting in a restaurant surrounded by people at the back of the damned place too and with a fucking hard on to deal with and not able to do anything abo
ut it.

The waitress turned up to remove their plates and he just sat there with his eyes on Natasha as felt his desire for her rising within him. Suddenly he felt a foot making its way up his leg under the table and his gaze shot back to her but she was looking around the restaurant. His eyes narrowed on her as her foot continued to make its way up his leg until she reached his crutch and positioned her foot over his erection. Witch, she could act like she was all innocent, but the foot rubbing against his cock was far from inn
ocent.

“Natasha.” He growled a warning at her and he had a strong urge to give her a sharp nip when she looked at him with wide eyed innocence. He reached over the table and lifted one of her hands to his lips giving her a quick nip on the fleshy part of her
palm.

She responded by raising an eyebrow at him and rubbed him through his jeans with her toes. He dropped his other hand under the table and closed his fingers around her wandering, teasing foot but still she managed to wiggle her toes against him and he groaned. “Fuck it Natasha, don’t do this.” Fuck her and her teasing foot. She was killing him because she knew he couldn’t do anything, not while they were sitting in the restaurant with other diners around
them.

At that moment the waitress arrived with their main meals and Eric breathed a sigh of relief when Natasha dropped her foot back to the floor and gave his poor aching cock a break from her footsies session under the
table.

He watched her face lighting up over her meal which was some sort of pastry thing shaped like a flower, piled up with honey chilli coated prawns. He had trouble containing his smile as she stared at her meal almost in awe. She looked over at his meal and her growled. “Forget it baby. You’re not getting any of my food when you turn me on then leave me high and dry.” He couldn’t help chuckling when she stuck her tongue out at him before she started eating her meal. Obviously it was good too if the eyes rolling back in her head, the look of ecstasy and the throaty moans were any indication. All he knew was she was torturing him without even touching him. Damn but he needed to get out of here quickly and get her home so he could part those silky smooth thighs of hers and bury himself in that hot, sexy body. He put his head down and started throwing his meal down his throat as quickly as he could even though he knew he was probably setting himself up for a dose of indigestion
later.

“Hungry are we?” Natasha’s voice interrupted his rapid consumption of his
meal.

“Starving.” He said, desire burning in his
eyes.

They continued eating in silence until she offered him a prawn which he ate. He’d almost finished his meal when he felt her foot back at his crutch. Fuck what was she trying to do to him? He closed a hand around her foot again in an effort to stop her. The witch still managed to reach him with her toes though and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of her slow torture. He grabbed his glass and was surprised to see his hand was shaking as he tried to get some moisture back in his dry
mouth.

Eric took the torment for as long as he could, sweat breaking out on his top lip with the effort it was taking not to react to her caressing foot but it was getting harder and harder as was his cock. Finally he leaned forward. “I would advise you to remove your foot from my cock Natasha, finish your food and stop what you’re doing otherwise I’m going to have no choice but to throw you down on this table and fuck you so damned hard, you’ll scream.” He straightened up again.
“Ok?”

That was enough to bring her foot back down to the floor, her eyes widening. He felt a moment’s satisfaction when he saw her nipples beading and pushing against her dress. It pleased him to see she was no more immune to him than he was t
o her.

She quickly ate the rest of her meal and looked over at him to see if he was ready to leave. With a deep sigh he leaned forward. “Thanks to you I can’t get up yet. I can’t walk the length of this fucking restaurant with a raging fucking hard on.” He gr
owled.

Natasha gave him a look of mock horror. “Such language Mr Rothman. Do you speak like that when you’re in a board mee
ting?”

Eric wasn’t feeling that amused. Thanks to her, they were stuck in the restaurant until he could make the walk through to pay for their meal, preferably without it becoming the walk of shame when everyone noticed the way his jeans tented out from his hard on. “Get fucked Natasha. Oh wait, you will, later Ms Barrington.” He groun
d out.

After several more minutes spent with him trying to will his cock to stand down so to speak, he finally felt he’d be able to get out of the place without being too embarrassed. Still to be on the safe side, he put his arm around her, holding her slightly in front of him, acting like a shield until he paid for their meal and they got ou
tside.

He grabbed her hand and the walk back to the car was done in record time, forcing Natasha to have to run along after him, but no way in hell was he slowing down. He unlocked the car, waiting while she got in and then he climbed into the driver’s side, wincing with pain when the low slung seat forced his jeans harder against his cock which had reared its head again at the sight of her long length of leg as she’d taken her seat in the car. “God this is going to be torture. I’m going to do myself a serious injury.” He moaned adjusting himself again and she laughed. “You are a cruel woman Natasha. I should make you take care of this right now as punishment for doing this t
o me.”

The look in her eyes when she gazed at him, made him groan out loud. Fuck but she wasn’t helping with that look of desire burning in those stunning eyes of hers. “Don’t look at me like that or I’m going to embarrass myself right now and I haven’t come in my pants since I was a young teenage
boy.”