Rig got to the coffee shop at 6:45. He was going to do it right this time. He would take it slow and keep a tight rein on his libido and his wolf. He found a table for two with a bit of privacy and settled to wait.
"I'm here :) Got us a table." he texted.
Georgia walked in ten minutes later. He felt a tingle running up his spine and looked up at the door just before she came in. His determination to keep his wolf in check was tested as soon as he saw her. She was wearing a peach blouse, unbuttoned far enough to show off the cleavage he'd been daydreaming about. Her hair was up, showing off her elegant neck and pretty ears.
His wolf perked up, straining towards her. She scanned the shop, catching sight of him in the corner and moving in his direction. In contrast to her demure behavior yesterday the woman walking toward him oozed confidence and sex appeal. She was wearing high heels today that emphasised her strut as she stalked toward him. His wolf growled as heads turned to follow her.
He was waiting for her this time, looking casual and sexy. He had on a blue tshirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and strained around his biceps when he moved his arms. An image from last night's fantasy popped into her mind, Rig kneeling between her legs, shirtless, stroking his cock while devouring her with his eyes.
She stumbled and stopped, looking around in confusion. What was she doing? Stomping through the coffee shop like she was on a catwalk. What were all these other people seeing? A sexy man every woman in here was eyeing up and a mousy girl with too much to her curves that people always looked right over.
Rig saw it happen, saw the smile falter and something happen behind her eyes. She slowed as she moved towards him and he knew he had to act fast to get her back from the edge of whatever rabbit hole she was heading down.
"Georgia!" He jumped up and moved to meet her, taking her hand and pulling her toward the table. The spark as their hands met made them both jump. "You must be a morning person, it's not fair to look so gorgeous and pulled together at 7am."
She laughed, self consciously looking around at the other customers. "I am a morning person as a matter of fact."
He pulled a chair out for her and moved his to sit next to her. "I'm not normally a morning person but this morning I was up before my alarm. I had some extra motivation in the form of a breakfast date."
Her cheeks warmed up, a light pink blooming as she looked down at her hands. "Maybe we should have met later, I didn't mean to drag you out of bed so early."
"No," he laughed, "I suggested breakfast if you remember. I can ask the court reporter to read back last nights texts if you'd like?" He picked up his phone and waggled it toward her.
"Ah, yes," She relaxed a little, grinning at him, "So it's all your fault then."
"I take full responsibility." He held his hands up in surrender. Their eyes met and they were trapped for a long moment, their breathing falling into a matching rhythm. The moment was broken by one of the wait staff dropping a tray. They both jumped and looked toward the commotion.
"Well," Georgia cleared her throat, "Would you like to get some coffee?"
"Yes, and some of that quiche you bragged on." He held out his hand and she took it without hesitation, then looked surprised when she realized what she'd done. He kept ahold of her as they walked to the counter. Maybe he was pushing it, but he needed to be touching her in some way.
Trembling and disconcerted, Georgia decided against caffeine and opted for juice along with her favorite quiche, hoping her rolling stomach would allow her to eat.
"I'll have the same." Rig ordered, oblivious to the envious look the barista shot at Georgia.
He had to release her to pay and was disappointed when she quickly moved away toward the pickup counter to prevent him from recapturing her hand. He took a deep breath before he followed her and reminded himself to take it slow. He was in it for the long haul, Will and Karen had called it, and they'd reassured him it would all work out.
They chatted as they had yesterday, for the most part comfortable in each others company. Neither had much of an appetite and picked at their food.
He saw what the women in his family had pointed out, Georgia had a very poor opinion of herself and there were moments when he had to gently pull her back from a negative train of thought. She also had him spinning with shifts between being blatantly flirtatious and painfully shy, on that he was glad his Alpha's had warned him. He could see she was uncomfortable and confused but thought she did an impressive job of keeping the conversation rolling.
Georgia was struggling to maintain any kind of composure. She was having what felt like hot flashes, her body suddenly heating up uncomfortably, leaving her nearly shivering with cold in the aftermath. Being so near to Rig again she felt her panties getting damp, her body not caring what else was going on but reacting to him in the most primal way. To make matters worse she kept brazenly flirting with him, something completely uncharacteristic for her.
This would be so much easier if he wasn't so perfect in every way. He was smart, well read, clever and sensitive. He was exactly the kind of guy she would be interested in, even without the uncanny magnetism. If he could be just a little less like something straight off the pages of a "hunk a day" calendar she would be a lot more confident.
All too soon her alarm went off, it was time for her to head to the office. She didn't miss the disappointment on Rig's face, she found it thrilling and unbelievable.
"I guess that's it for this morning." she quipped, gathering up her bag. Rig reached out and caught her hand. She stared at it, feeling that weird static electricity feeling again when their skin touched. It was like an itch and her instincts told her there was only one way to scratch it. It was almost like a memory, the feel of his hands behind her knees, spreading her legs.
"When can I see you again?" he asked urgently.
She blinked, coming out of her daydream "We could try dinner, tomorrow night."
"That feels like a long time away, but I'll try to be patient." He gave her what he hoped was his most charming smile. She blushed and the scent of her arousal increased. Rig thought back to the fantasy they'd shared last night, the way she looked as she climaxed. Again he wonder if she'd cum when he told her too.
"Do you want me to pick you up or this time do you want to come for me?" He asked, putting a bit of growl into the last words.
Her head came up, her eyes dilated. He could hear her heartbeat speed up and he knew it was true. She had shared the fantasy and she'd cum just for him.
"What?" She blinked and looked adorably flustered.
"Since I botched it last night I figured you might like to be the one to drive this time." He was glad the table hid his lap, she was driving him crazy. Her smell, those big gray eyes, those lips he knew would melt against his. His cock throbbed and leaked, he'd have a wet spot if this continued.
"Oh! Just pick me up at my house, I'll text you the address." She was eager to get away, confused and flustered.
"Sounds great! I'll text you later?" He knew he needed to let her go but he couldn't release the soft, warm hand nestled in his.
"Sure, yes that's fine." She was clutching her bag now, ready to run as soon as he released her hand. Her whole body was on fire, her clit was swollen, she felt her pussy spasm and clench. She felt the tingle that spread through her pelvis right before an orgasm.
"Until then." She watched as he raised her hand towards his lips. She wanted to pull away, but couldn't make herself move. His lips met the back of her hand and she trembled, dangling on the edge.
His lips against her skin set her whole body on fire. Something inside her was triumphant, as if at long last what she'd been waiting for was happening.
Rig felt her trembling, saw the flush spread across her chest. She closed her eyes as his lips pressed against her skin. It was as soft and delicious as he'd imagined. Lost in the moment, not thinking of anything but wanting more of her, he turned her hand over and pressed a kiss into her palm.
She felt him turn her hand, felt the warmth of his breath against the sensitive skin of her palm just before his lips pressed against her.
As his lips met her palm she'd cupped her hand against his face, his wolf surged into her touch, desperate to taste her. His animal instinct temporarily in charge he drug his tongue across her palm.
Georgia tumbled over the edge, clenching her teeth to suppress a moan and squeezing her legs together she shuddered as an orgasm swept over her triggered by Rig's tongue against her skin.
The taste of her was everything right and wonderful in the world. Overwhelmed by lust and barely maintaining his human form Rig couldn't stop the orgasm that exploded out of him. He groaned, trying to keep from doubling over as his cock spasmed and jerked inside the confines of his jeans.
Rig looked up just as Georgia opened her eyes and for a split second it wasn't Georgia he saw looking back at him but something much more primal. He gazed back in awe, she was incredible.
Georgia blinked and shook her head, her animal nature back in the passenger seat she now looked mortified and confused. Rig was shaking, drawing in deep breaths, clearly having just cum as well. He cleared his throat, trying to form words.
"What the hell just happened?" She spoke first and she sounded terrified.
"Uh, I've never done anything like that before." He glanced down at the wet spot forming in his lap. Georgia's gaze followed his and her eyes went wide. They both looked around at the other patrons but they were secluded enough that nobody else seemed to have noticed them.
She shifted in her seat and realized she was sitting in a puddle, the back of her skirt must be soaked. She'd have to go home and change. Hell, she might just take a sick day, this was too much.
