The waiter nodded, “And for you ma’am?” he asked, turning his attention to Jane who was still frowning at the menu. “I’d like…” she jumped noticeably, her deep brown eyes wide as Maura ran her naked foot up Jane’s calf, teasing the back of her knee gently.

“Yes?” the waiter asked, oblivious to what was happening right before his eyes.

Maura’s foot slid ever higher, teasing and daring Jane to give in. “This.” She pointed at the menu, not trusting herself to speak or even attempt the language.

“Certainly madam.” He turned with a flourish. As soon as he was gone, Maura settled her foot back under her chair, smiling innocently as lust burnt in Jane’s eyes.

“Maura?” she gasped, almost pleaded.

“Yes Jane?” the innocence that radiated across the table threatened to send Jane over the edge all on its own. “Are you ok, you’re looking a little flushed?” She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

Before Jane could respond, the waiter returned with their desserts. Setting Jane’s profiteroles in front of her and almost throwing Maura’s dessert into place. The tension at the table had grown considerably over the course of the evening and he was somewhat concerned his presence would affect the outcome. He’d made a bet with the other waiters that they would leave in each other’s arms, literally. He’d set all his tips for the week on their having a kiss before they left the restaurant and he certainly wasn’t going to do anything that might jeopardise that.

Jane watched Maura eat, her spoon dipping into the fruit and being met at full lips by an eager tongue. Swallowing loudly, Jane drank deeply from her water glass as Maura licked chocolate sauce from the spoon, her eyes holding Jane in place.

Flicking her gaze between Jane’s eyes, lips and rapidly hardening nipples, Maura grinned. This had turned out to be a very interesting evening and she hadn’t had to bare her soul verbally to get the desired results.

Jane barely touched her dessert and as soon as Maura had finished her last mouthful, she called for the check, paying it and throwing a handful of bills onto the table by way of a tip. Maura excused herself to the bathroom as Jane collected the car, both women taking the time to try and regain some composure.

“Are you ready?” Jane asked as Maura returned to her side in the cool night air. “You have no idea.” Maura purred as they watched as the valet pulled up in front of them. Jane opened the passenger door and nodded for Maura to get in before tipping the valet and sliding into the driver’s seat.

“How will you get home?” Maura asked her worry about being wrong returning in an unwelcome flood.

Jane looked at her, a devilish grin dancing over her face as she leant over and placed a delicate kiss on Maura’s exposed neck.

“I’m not going home.” She whispered before throwing the car in gear and speeding into the night.