Before I could pull myself together, he pulled me in his arms and stared down at me. His fingertips pressed against my lips. “I’ve been thinking about this nonstop. I’m glad I didn’t have to resort to kidnapping to get another date. Although that could have been fun in its own way too.”
“That doesn’t sound as much fun though.”
“Ahh. But you haven’t been taken by me. That could be a game changer.”
The laughter that threatened got clogged in my throat as my brain went an entirely different direction. Was he talking about kidnapping or sex? It was the experience I had missed out on during our first date wasn’t it? I’d expected it after Jeremy had left. Had wanted it more than anything.
Instead I’d been driven home in an orgasm induced haze and hadn’t fully realized until I’d gone to bed, that my mystery man, Alex, had managed to refrain. He’d given, but not taken, and he’d gone home without coming.
“About that,” I started, my breath coming a little quicker than I’d expected. “I didn’t mean to—I mean I could have—”
He pressed his fingers tighter against my lips and silenced my words.
“That night happened exactly how I wanted it to.” He leaned closer. “You were perfect.”
“But I don’t understand. Why would you go to all that trouble and then not,” I gulped, trying to force the words to come out.
“Fuck you?”
I nodded, hoping he didn’t notice that my head had just exploded. Or I guess more accurately how my body had freaked out. I suddenly felt like a live wire with excess and dangerous energy about to explode.
“And then where would we be? With nothing left to anticipate would you have agreed to come out with me tonight?”
I wanted to argue. Push him away. What kind of woman did he think I was that I wouldn’t even consider a second date after sex? So much for being a princess.
Although he might be right and that kind of annoyed me even more considering how arrogant he was.
“That doesn’t sound very nice.” I was starting to get my sense back along with my anger.
“Actually it is. I admire a woman who knows what she wants or at least isn’t afraid to grab what she wants without worrying about conventional expectations or commitments. You should be as free as you want to explore your sexuality. But don’t be so surprised when that bravery catches attention. It’s fucking hot.” He leaned forward and nipped my shoulder with his teeth. “Now I need to know more.”
I exhaled, releasing some of the tension I’d let rob the joy of this moment. He was right and sweet, and I expected very demanding of anyone that rotated through his atmosphere. Why would I expect to be anything different and why would I want to be. The point of connecting with someone this dominant was to explore the other side, right?
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I nodded as he helped me into the car where I slid across the seat.
He followed me in, the door shutting behind him. I shivered despite the warmth of the luxurious car. I had no idea where we were going or what we were going to do. Although I had a hunch how it would end. At least I hoped so. He really was right. The anticipation of what would come without knowing for sure was like an addictive high.
He wasn’t the only one who wanted more.
“You can open your eyes now.”
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. From the moment he’d demanded I close them until now had been one mind fuck after another. I didn’t know from one moment to the next what he would do and I had no clue how much time had passed.
I had tried to figure him out. Anticipate his next word or where he would touch me. I’d been wrong every time.
There were even long moments where he’d said nothing and in those I would have sworn he was secretly laughing as I squirmed in my seat. I couldn’t help it. With my eyes closed, my other senses took over and in the small confines of a car, everything felt like an overload.
The entire space smelled like Alex. From the sophisticated cologne he wore with a light touch to the more earthy undertones of his skin that I picked up every time he leaned close to whisper in my ear.
And the words. He was killing me. It was so easy to picture his every action from his dirty descriptions alone. I was literally on fire as the car slowed to a stop.
“You don’t want to open your eyes, kitten? I thought you would be dying to see by now.”
“I do see. Everything. How could I not when you’ve painted everything in vivid color the entire time.”
His chuckle filled the space around us as I struggled for some composure. Wherever he was taking me didn’t matter. What mattered were the places his hands and lips liked to touch. My neck, my mouth, my knees and yes, between my thighs.