“Being played?”
“You know. Charming me so you can get into my pants.”
“My dear,” he said in the haughtiest accent he’d used with her since she’d met him. “It wasn’t me pushing my tongue into your mouth earlier. You started it.”
Sinead smiled smugly and drank more wine. “I did.”
The night progressed with some of the best steak she’d ever eaten. He’d made them in a cast iron skillet while constantly basting the meat with butter and garlic. Then baked potatoes, which he had topped with sour cream and the spinach with even more garlic.
After dinner Sinead excused herself and made her way back to what she imagined was the master bedroom, although it wasn’t much bigger than the guest room. In there was a connected bathroom with a toothbrush and toothpaste sitting out on the counter. Along with other male- oriented toiletries.
She wasn’t bold enough to use someone else’s toothbrush, but she had no qualms about using some toothpaste on her finger. While swishing it around her mouth, she popped her head around the bathroom door to check out the bedroom. No point in trying to read anything from the decor as it wasn’t his, but she did notice that he’d made the bed.
It was another one of her father’s idioms he always liked to say. There were people in life who made their beds, and there were people who didn’t.
The O’Haras made their beds. Apparently the Whitmores did too. Then she saw the picture on the dresser. The wedding David had attended. A picture of the couple. They were handsome and happy. She thought it was strange a divorced man would keep a picture of his wedding day on his dresser, but as David had said it was the best day of their relationship.
Maybe David’s friend cherished the memory.
Sinead made her way back out to the hall and into the living room. “It’s a good thing they didn’t have kids.”
David was sitting on the couch. He had the TV remote in his had and was channel surfing in the fine tradition of all men. He looked up at her as if he didn’t follow her non-sequitur.
“Your friend and his wife. I see wedding photos but no baby pictures.”
“Mm, yes,” he muttered even as he was focused on the TV. “A very good thing. I’m not certain he’s father material.”
Sinead sat next to him, feeling a little uncertain. He hadn’t actually asked her to stay. She wasn’t necessarily sure what the protocol for this sort of thing was. She couldn’t remember wanting someone as badly as she wanted David. Not even her first lover, her freshman year of college.
Did she simply ask him for sex? Did she wait for him to make the first move? Did he even want that? He said he had enough control for dinner. Was that really all he wanted tonight?
Their earlier kiss suggested there was a strong attraction on both sides, but he’d made no move since then. Now he was watching the nightly news. Nothing saidnot interested in hermore than staring at Brian Williams. Most likely the whole virginal innocent thing was finally starting to translate to what she really was, which was fairly boring.
Boring was a definite turn off.
“I should probably go,” she said, looking at anything but him. Feeling self-conscious when only moments before she’d felt like the most interesting woman in the world. “I’ll just call an Uber, no need to drive me.”
“Do you want to make love or get fucked?”
Sinead startled at the words. She looked at him sitting on the couch, his arm stretched over the back of it, his eyes still on the television until he turned his head to look at her.
“What did you say?”
David patted the seat next to him on the couch. Sinead sat down gingerly, not sure if she needed to be worried about him or not. It had only been three days and two dates.
“I said do you want to make love or get fucked. I suppose I should explain myself so you can remove the wide-eyed doe look you’re sporting. You did say youweren’tan actual virgin.”
Her wide-eyed doe look quickly turned to a scowl.
“That’s better. If I make love to you, we’ll go back to my bedroom. I’ll kiss you slowly and softly. Explore your body inch by inch while I tell you how beautiful you are to me. How much I like being with you. How much I like just looking at your darling Irish face. It will be tender and sweet and we’ll both have amazing orgasms.”
Sinead gulped. “Not going to lie, that sounds kind of nice.”
“Yes, but if I fuck you, you’ll feel it deep inside. It will be hard and frantic and I won’t caress your breasts, I’ll squeeze your tits. I won’t tell you how beautiful you are. Instead, I’ll tell you how much I love your hot wet pussy surrounding my cock. If I fuck you, you will never forget it. If I fuck you, you’ll feel like the human animal you are and it will make you feel alive in ways you probably haven’t thought of before. I’ll take you either way. I’ll enjoy you either way. But you have to be honest with me, Sinead. Do you want to make love or do you want to fuck?”
Sinead thought about her past experiences. She had really had neither. For her it had been sex. Fumbling sex that first time. Decent sex the next few times. Passionless sex when she was doing it just because she thought after a few dates she should.
Making love with David sounded like it would be amazing.
