After going to her apartment so she could pack a bag he took her to a quaint little diner in the middle of the city. There were tables outside and seeing it was a lovely day they ate at one of those tables. Not being very hungry she ordered only a salad and ice tea, he, on the other hand, had the sandwich special, sharing his fries with her.
"We should go to this cute little flea market that I know." He smiled at her." We'll pick up some fresh fruit and I'll get the ingredients to make my famous pasta sauce and cook spaghetti for our dinner tonight."
She looked at him skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "Famous sauce, you know how to cook?"
He laughed. "I can't cook a lot of things but spaghetti, I can. One of the kitchen staff that worked for my father taught me how to make the sauce and at the expense of tooting my own horn it's the best you will ever taste."
"Well, I guess we'll see," she said, a smile curled up at the corner of her lip.
After paying for the food they took the hour drive to the flea market, parking the vehicle he held her hand as they walked through the crowd. He stopped to pick out some tomatoes and the other ingredients he needed along with some spices. She picked out some fresh homemade cream puffs for their dessert.
As they continued to walk past the vendors she noticed how he kept his arm around her waist, almost in a possessive way. "Ryan, you don't have to keep your arm around me, I'm not going to run away."
Ryan looked around, his face was set in stone. "There are a lot of men here watching you, each one wanting to get into your pants. I'm just letting them know you belong to me."
She shook his arm off her and turned to him in anger. "I don't belong to you or any man. I'm not your property so don't you dare start treating me like I am. There's no reason for you to be paranoid. As long as we are together you can trust me."
"I'm not paranoid, I'm just watching out for you."
He puts his arm back around her waist and they start walking towards his car. "Just so you know that as long as we are together you do belong to me."
Once in the car and still annoyed at Ryan's cockiness she crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the passenger window. She ignored it when he placed his hand on her leg and moved up.
"Good, you listen to me and aren't wearing any p**ties." When he got no reply he glanced over at her and could see right off she was pissed about something. "You're angry," he said, removing his hand.
"I belong to you," she scoffed and continued to ignore him.
He smiled to himself, knowing that once they got back to his place he would have her forgetting all about being mad at him. She could never resist him, she needed what he could give her like she needed air to breathe.
Once they got back to his place and they put the food away he pinned her up against the wall, his hand going under her dress and started rubbing her cl*t, feeling how wet she was becoming. As he stroked inside her and heard her moan he knew he had once again won. "I should stop since you're still mad at me," he said, knowing damn well she wouldn't want him to stop.
"Do and I'll cut off your nut sack," she moaned, leaning in she started nibbling on his ear. Her fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt and pushing it down past his shoulders.
His lips locked on hers he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down, getting on top and when she went to wrap her arms around his neck he grabbed them, putting them above her head. "Leave them up here," he ordered her and when she didn't and he put them back up he looked at her and gave her a wicked smile. "I'm warning you, do it again and I'll be forced to tie your hands to the bedpost."
"You wouldn't dare," she said, sitting up pulled her dress up over her head and toss it along with her bra to the floor.
"Oh wouldn't I," he growled in a low, sexy tone.