booth in the back, he scoots in close to me, so our thighs are touching, and his hand sits on my bare knee.
Damon orders for both of us, which I like because there is something sexy about confidence—about a man who seems like he could rule the world.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as his hand gently runs up my thigh.
“I can’t think about much of anything with you caressing me. But I am hoping that on Friday night, you might put out the fire you ignited this afternoon.”
He looks at me in amazement. “I’ve never been with a girl who just says what’s on her mind. I like that about you.”
I’d like that about you too if you shared.
Instead of saying what I really think for fear it will cause an argument, I go with something else. “I aim to please,” I beam. “Tell me … did you enjoy the last fifty pages of the book?”
The waiter delivers two plates, both with sea bass and rice pilaf. Off to the side are grilled asparagus spears. We continue to talk as we enjoy our dinner.
“What’s not to like?” he asks. “He told her what he likes, and she’s willing to try it. That seems diplomatic.”
“There’s nothing democratic about their relationship. I couldn’t relinquish that much power to a man.”
“You just answered the question from last week. I asked how far you’d go for the person you cared about.”
“I wouldn’t go far enough to lose myself in the process, but I’m willing to negotiate like she did. I say what’s on my mind, and that isn’t a good trait for a submissive. My bottom would be sore all the time from the spankings I’d get for misbehaving.”
“Does that turn you on or off?” He lifts his brow.
“I’ve given that some thought and researched the subject. Apparently, there’s some kind of pain-pleasure connection. It has something to do with the sting, the heat from the contact, and the vibration it creates. Anticipation is also a big component. I don’t have a desire to be spanked, so I wouldn’t consider it a turn-on, but it doesn’t send me running for the hills either. I’d be willing to consider it as long as it was under the right conditions.”
“Thank goodness that’s not my thing. I’d never spank you. A swat on your backend while you’re walking by, maybe, but nothing more. There are other ways to excite you, other ways to make you tingle, other ways to warm your skin.”
“You have me in a state as it is.”
He chuckles. “You would be a bad poker player. All your cards are out for me to see. I haven’t even played my hand, and you’re folding yours.”
“What’s a girl supposed to do?” I ask. “You kiss me in a way that sets my panties aflame, and then you pull back, only to ignite everything again. Just when I think I’m catching my breath, you run your hand up to my nether regions and make me lose myself once more. I can’t take much more of this.”
“It hasn’t been easy for me either. Just looking at you makes me hard.” His head lowers, and I follow his gaze to his growing length.
“Good. I’m glad you’re suffering too.”
“I can relieve that torment. All you have to do is sit back and relax, and I’ll take that ache away,” he whispers in my ear.
“What are you talking about?” He rubs my thigh and lets his fingers trail up the inside of my leg.
He barely touches me, and my body quivers.
“Let me show you. No one will see.” His tongue lightly flicks my earlobe, sending prickles of awareness throughout my body.
Oh, my God, what’s he talking about? We’re in a restaurant, in the company of other diners.
“We’re in a public place, where people can see us.” I hiss under my breath.
“You asked me what my thing was a while back, and honestly, I like the excitement of it all.”
Have I lost my mind? I’m in a restaurant booth with a man who obviously has his own kind of kink going on, and he wants to pleasure me right here, right now. What’s crazy is, I’m considering it.
How far would I go for someone I care about?
I lean into him, and he whispers, “Relax and enjoy, Angel.”
With his hand between my legs and his fingers working my body, I do exactly what he says. I lean back and enjoy. The things he does to me sends me over the edge