My heart thuds in my chest, blood rushing to my ears. I keep my eyes trained on her face as I sense the bartender switching her band over. When she places her hand back down on the bartop, I notice the red band has been replaced with a white one.Observing but open.
I turn my head. The bartender’s still standing there waiting with the box. I nod my head and give him my wrist.
“Is that better?” she asks. Devious amusement coats her words, and my body lights up from her boldness. I’m enjoying this playful side of her, but I wonder how far I can tempt her.
“Depends.”
Isabelle swivels in her chair, one leg crossed over the other as she faces me and leans in. “On what?”
I match her stance, placing my feet on the rung of her stool and bracketing her in between my open thighs.
“Did you change that for me? Or anyone here tonight?”
“Maybe it was just for you.”
I lean in, so our faces are just inches apart. “Good.”
“What about you?”
“I’m definitely only interested in you. If I hadn’t noticed you sitting here, I would have gone home already.”
She doesn’t need to know I first noticed her in her car, driving up to the building. Or that I sprinted over here so fast, I probably left my car unlocked with the doors wide open. She definitely doesn’t need to know that I’m well aware of who she really is, but she seems to be enjoying our game, and so am I.
“And… do you plan on doing anything about that?” she asks.
My eyes drop down to her lips. Kissing has never been my thing, but right now, it’s all I can think about. The first time I kiss Isabelle, I want her to know it’s me. Not that I was expecting there to be a first time, but I wasn’t expecting anything like tonight either.
“Do you trust me?” I whisper.
Without hesitation, she nods. I stand from the stool and hold out my hand. The second her soft skin touches me, tingles dance up my forearm, through my belly, and all the way down to my toes.
I lead her over to one of the daybeds built into the wall, where the curtains are still open. One side of the little room has a deep bed fixed to the wall. There’s a table in the middle with shelves stocked with lube, condoms, and water bottles, and there’s a bench seat lining the other wall. I move to the back, shutting the curtain to stop observers from the other side, then come back to the bar side, closing that curtain as well. The lighting is dim and intimate, the space warm as we’re closed withinthe confines. You can still hear the music as it mixes with the sounds of couples occupying the spaces nearby.
I sit down on the bench, spreading my legs to lean back and take her in.
“Take a seat.” I gesture to the bed behind her. The way she follows my instructions has my cock begging to be let out. “Since we’re observing tonight, I figure we should make it worth our while.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“You watch me get off, and I’ll watch you.” I can see from here the way she swallows, her chest rising at my suggestion. “Or we go back to the bar.” I shrug.
She chews on her lip, a knee bouncing as she considers my offer. Since I met Isabelle, she’s surprised me. She was the most unexpected thing to walk into my life, and she proves it further when she stands and walks over to me. Stopping between my spread thighs, she slowly turns, giving me her back, or better yet, her perfectly round arse.
“Could you get my zipper?” she says over her shoulder.
Shit. Is she getting naked? I didn’t think this plan through. I’m not thinking anything through here tonight. What the fuck happened to keeping myself away from her? Oh, right, this gnawing fucking feeling that won’t leave me alone that tells me there’s something about her I shouldn’t ignore.
I pride myself on control, and this woman tests that to the very limits. My dick tents in my jeans, and I have to clench my fists before I lean forward and let them rest on her hips.
I take a breath before bringing a hand to the top of her zipper, pulling it down and revealing her porcelain skin, inch by inch.
Leaning back against the chair, I’m bewitched as I watch the fabric drop down her body, exposing her bare back and pale pink underwear.
Isabelle looks over her shoulder before slowly stepping away from me, heading back to the bed on the other side of the small space.
My fists clench when she turns around, granting me my first look at her breasts. Creamy skin and rosy nipples that harden under my gaze. My eyes roam further down her torso, and I spot the little butterfly tattoo she mentioned when we were in Royal Harbour. Simple black linework, inked right in that spot where her pelvis meets her thigh.
She slowly lowers down into her seat. “Do I get to see you?”
