Larissa's POV
Our meals arrived and we settled into eating quietly. I could feel Carson's gaze fixed on me as I tasted each bite of the perfectly prepared food.
When we finished dinner and stepped outside, the evening air felt crisp against my skin.
Carson's arm wrapped around my waist while we waited for his car to arrive. His fingers drew lazy circles against the silk fabric of my dress.
"How was everything?" he asked, his voice close to my ear.
"Amazing," I said honestly. "That steak was unlike anything I've ever tasted."
"Good to hear." His thumb grazed the exposed skin where my dress dipped low in the back. "I want to introduce you to many new things."
The underlying suggestion in his words made heat rise in my cheeks just as his car appeared at the curb.
Carson led me toward the vehicle, his hand moving from my waist down to cup my ass briefly as I leaned forward to get inside. The touch lasted only seconds but was intentional, sending sparks shooting through my body.
