41. Spread Those Legs

Esme’s POV

Unlike our first date, Silvan took a more conspicuous car and we ate dinner at a homely restaurant that made me miss when I was in college.

The food was delicious but I liked that it helped us talk more, however, what was hard to resist was the chemistry that was churning between us.

It was as though accepting a relationship made the dynamics of things change between us.

Every now and then, we caught ourselves staring and I was much too needy to care about being caught.

At this point, I would probably have to give myself some sexual relief judging by how soaked my panties were.

“Let’s go home,” Silvan said as he stood up and then placed his hands on the small of my back once I was beside him.

My body tensed underneath his touch and Silvan’s eyes met mine with his brows arched.

“Do you need me?” He teased and without thinking, I nodded, my eyes widening after.

It had to be Ira.

‘What are you doing to me?’ I growled inside my mind, embarrassed at how I had just admitted