I giggle as he wraps his arm around my waist and tries to turn me around back toward our apartment. I twist out of his arms and keep walking toward the car. Footsteps and muttered grumblings behind me tell me that he’s following me.
I step to the side, and Shay’s arm reaches out to open my door. “Thank you, kind sir,” I say sweetly as I curtsy.
“Ha fucking ha. You’re going to pay for this. All I can think about is laying you out on the hood and devouring you for dinner. You can’t expect me to hold a coherent conversation when you look like that.”
“Mission accomplished then?” I smirk at him through the windshield as he walks to the driver’s side and hops in.
“Is the movie a requirement of this date night, cause I’m sure we could make a movie of our own.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively, and I burst out laughing. Nothing that comes out of my man’s mouth can surprise me now. It’s one of the many things I love about him.
He pulls out of the driveway and soon we’re on the expressway heading south toward the restaurant. He holds his right hand out to me and I grab it and put it in my lap, making sure to rub his hand up my bare thigh, earning a growl.
“Tease,” he grumbles.