To want me requires keen sense.
Gazing at me and seeing brown skin, breasts to fill your palms, the curve of hip and thighs, and my ass plentiful.
I give of tremendous heat, engulfed by my need
But to have me takes a stout heart and a quick hand
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“I’m not playing hard to get.”
He barely stopped himself from reacting to her sharp tone. Obviously he’d struck a nerve with his joke. If she had been anyone else, he would’ve brushed the stray locks of brown hair from her face, rubbed the tension from her shoulders, and told her she was lovely. This one was different though, prickly and stiff. A throwaway apology wouldn’t fix it with her. It should’ve turned him off, but something about her sparked his interest.
“I didn’t mean to imply you were.” Taking a gentle tone, he gazed at her profile. His hand settled over hers on the table, pleasure lighting him up when she didn’t pull away. “My joke was in poor taste and I didn’t mean to give the impression that you were anything except good company.”
Some of the tension leaked out of her body at his words. He could hear her debating the sincerity of his words. Oh, he meant them more than he ever had in the past. So he waited while she decided whether to stay with him or leave the restaurant. It was long seconds before the strain around her lips disappeared and the beauty beneath that hard shell struck him hard. He stroked her hand with his fingertips, watching as she licked her lips absently. The need to taste her mouth, feel her breath, touch her beautiful skin became a heavy throb in his body.
Feeling her relax, her body easing back against the booth, he took a chance and brought her hand to his lips. His cock hardened at the softness of her skin and the barely audible gasp that left her lips.
“Please, allow me to make it up to you.” He kissed the rapid pulse at her wrist and willed her to meet his eyes. He needed to see the warmth inside her.
Finally she turned back to him and that liquid desire, the vulnerable uncertainty that lived in her dark eyes, struck him in the gut. Her pink lips parted as their eyes held and he knew he had to figure her out.
“I’m not as easy as you think,” she whispered. He nearly groaned at the breathy sound, relieved that he wasn’t the only one feeling their attraction.
He channelled his desire as he held her eyes and pressed another kiss to her wrist. “I don’t want easy from you.”
Comments
A lucky lucky man, enjoying the exquisite agony of a first date with Cara?
Author
Nah. I’m not quite that stiff. I’ve never had anyone say I’m cold at least.
Cold? Nah.
Self-willed, forced of nature, more like.
Author
Self-willed. Yes, that one sounds about right. Nothing wrong with that either.
This is great… Love how you generate such heat with such sublte movements of your characters.
Author
Thanks. I really wanted something softer today. Feeling romantic today.
Not sure I would call it soft so much as subtle. But that’s just me.
Author
That’s fair. It’s softer than I normally go.
This was good…says a lot in a few short moments.
Author
I like writing stories that pack some kind of punch
Love it….drooling fr more!
Author
I wonder how things would end with them.
This is hot… Serious.
Author
Yay for hot.
Well….that turned me on…I love a man willing to put thought into interactions with a woman, willing to work for it…willing to understand that some women need something more…
Good job writing this! 🙂
Author
That’s the kind of man I want too. Now to find him.
They are out there, rare though they may be…
Oh…simply sublime and divine…more please?
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Lol. Maybe I’ll explore it.