I haven’t even made it to her dress, and I’m already ready to rip it from her body and bury myself inside of her. The black dress she’s wearing was made for her. Tight around her ample chest, and tapered at her waist, accentuating her wide hips and delectable ass.
She’s so goddamn beautiful.
“You look incredible, Maddison.”
Truthfully, she looks good enough to eat.
“Thank you, Briggs…You look handsome. I love your tie.”
Even in the dim light, I can see the way her cheeks redden at the praise. God, I can’t wait to praise and worship every inch of her body.
Grinning, I pull her against me and plant a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth, knowing better than to smear her lipstick.
“I love your dress. It fits you perfectly.”
“It’s actually Holland’s, she let me borrow it. It fit better than I thought since Holland is so tiny.” She averts her eyes, looking down at the black material.
“Hey,” I murmur, using my thumb and forefinger to grasp her chin and bring her eyes to mine, “It looks amazing.”
“Thank you for tonight. I’ve been dying to see what you have planned.”
I knew for a fact that she would love tonight because what I have planned is the exact thing she told me only days ago.
“Well, let’s go before we’re late. Madam.” I hold my hand out to help her into the car. She slides into the back seat, and I file in behind her.
I tuck her against my side, and the entire ride to the restaurant, she nervously picks at her freshly painted nails and chews on her lip.
She has absolutely no idea what I have planned, and I love it.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whisper against her hair.
“I’m not,” she says hoarsely, “I’m not. Okay, I’m a little nervous.”
I laugh. “I know, but don’t be. Trust me.”
A look passes across her face of something I haven’t seen before, and she nods. “I do, Briggs.”
Her words feel heavy, like there’s more meaning behind them, but I don’t press. The rest of the ride, she’s quiet, pensive even, until the limo pulls up at the front of Monteverde, the restaurant I chose for tonight.
“How in the world did you get reservations here?” She whips her head toward me, her wide eyes filled with shock.
Not going to lie, it does good shit to my ego.
I smirk. “Called in a few favors.”
She stutters for a moment, “I-, O-, Wow. The last time Ty tried to get a reservation here, they were booked up for two years. I don’t even know what I’m eating for dinner tomorrow, let alone two years from now. I’m impressed, Wilson.”
“I aim to please, baby.” I retort, teasingly.
I’m glad she’s impressed, because I did have to give the owner season tickets… for the next two years to make this happen and pay a ridiculously stupid amount of money, but I’d do that shit again in a heartbeat, if it meant putting the same smile on her face that’s there now. Anything is worth it to make her smile.
She slides her hand in mine as we stand outside the restaurant, then I pull her to me and drop a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Let’s go, beautiful.”
Hand in hand, we walk into Monteverde to be greeted by a smiling hostess.
“Hi, we’ve got a reservation under Wilson.”
The girl’s eyes widen, and she stutters slightly, “B-briggs Wilson, right?”
I nod, glancing at Maddison who lifts her brow.
“Sure, uh, Mr. Russo said that you’ll have the entire dining room to yourselves tonight.”
Maddison stills next to me, and when my eyes meet her wide green eyes, she looks completely shocked. “Wait, like, as in we’re the only people here? At all?” She looks from me to the hostess, who nods slowly.
“If you’ll follow me this way, I’ll get you seated and have your wine selection out shortly.”
Maddison’s hand tightens in mine, and I chuckle. “Gotta go big or go home to impress my girl.”
“Wow.”
We follow behind the hostess, who leads us into the dining room, which is completely empty. There’s a cozy, quaint table set with a cream-linen tablecloth, adorned with several low burning candles, casting a romantic glow.
I owe you one, Russo.
Pulling out Maddison’s chair, I pull it close to me, then take a seat next to her as the hostess shows us the wine menu, and I let Maddison pick because I honestly don’t give a shit, except the way it tastes after it’s been on her lips.
I’m obsessed with this girl, and I can’t fucking wait to kiss her red lips.
The chef prepared a meal that’s solely for us, so as we wait for it to be brought out, she glances around with stars in her eyes.
“God, this is so incredible, Briggs. I can’t believe you did this.”
I shrug. “Anything for you, baby.”
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and she entwines our hands in her lap.
“I have to tell you about Graham’s latest idea for Olive. He wants to build her a treehouse,” Maddison says, laughing.
The entire night we laugh and tell stories of our childhoods. We spend our time together getting to know each other in ways we hadn’t had the luxury to before this moment, and if it’s possible, I realize I’m even crazier about this beautiful, sarcastic, slightly nerdy girl. All night, her hand brushes against my thigh under the table, dancing across my forearms and trailing up my hand, the smallest of touches, yet… we still can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.
Enough to where I’m ready to take her home and spend the rest of the night making up for lost time.
I place my hand on her thigh, sliding it higher as she finishes the glass of wine in front of her, until my fingers drag under the hem of her dress. I ache to replace my fingers with my tongue and watch as she falls apart beneath me.
“Briggs,” she breathes. Not a warning…more like an invitation, and that’s the moment when I realize we need to get out of here, and quickly.
A man is only so strong when it comes to resisting his woman.
“Let’s go before I spread you out on this table and have my dessert.”
Her eyes widen, and I see her throat bob as she swallows.
Raising her hand, she says, “Check, please.”
I almost fall out of the fucking chair since I already paid for the entire restaurant, but the sentiment is still there.
What I have planned next…well, I think it might even top dinner.
After we leave the restaurant and ride a short distance to our next destination, I cover her eyes as we make our way out of the limo and to the place where the next part of our date will happen.
“Briggs, I can hardly walk in these heels when I can actually see so… can I look now?”
I laugh, and once I turn her around, I uncover her eyes and wait for her reaction.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, covering her mouth. “Oh my god.”
The sleek, black A-Star helicopter sits on the helipad in front of us with the pilot standing to the side of the door. He’s also a hockey fan, and a friend, so I called in a favor.
“Hi Roger.” I grin, approaching him, practically having to drag a shocked Maddison behind me. “This is my girl, Maddison.”