But when he curls his finger under my chin and uses the gentlest of pressure to draw me in, I know he’s getting another date. Probably breakfast afterward.
The kiss is slow and deliberate, soft. It’s a promise, a lead-in to something greater. I don’t have to be a psychic or even a good guesser to know it.
And that is answer enough.
When he pulls back, I smile. It’s been a long time since anyone kissed me like that. Honestly, I don’t know if anyone ever has.
As he drives us back to my place and the bike is doing its thing, my hands are flat against his stomach this time. I can feel the ripple of muscles, the slow breaths as he controls the bike, shifts his weight for a turn, puts his leg down to steady the bike at a stop sign. And maybe I can control it or maybe I can’t, but my fingers rub a small, slow circle over his shirt and his muscles clench under my hand. So I don’t stop. Not even when he takes off again, with a jolt this time.
The bike slows in front of my house, and he turns into the driveway, shuts the bike off then sits for a second. Breathing.
Instead of climbing off the bike right away, he twists and smiles at me, flips the visor of my helmet up and undoes the chin strap. I slide the helmet off and hold it on my leg as I shake my hair out.
“Do you want to come in?” I want him to come in. And I want him to want to.
He nods and I slide off the bike. My legs are wobbly and he steadies me with his body against mine, his hands at my hips.
We make it to the porch and as I’m unlocking the door, his body presses into mine from behind and his lips find the curve of my throat where it meets my shoulder. His mouth is hot, hands hotter as he pulls my ass against his erection. I might shimmy a bit more than necessary, but his lips are doing things to me that I can’t explain.
I want him. On one hand, it’s our first date. But on the other, we’ve been talking for a couple weeks… so pulling him into my bedroom seems reasonable, pushing his shirt up so that he takes the collar in one hand and yanks it over his head is completely natural.
He smiles and takes my face in his hands and kisses me again. This time deep, passionate, while my hands glide over his skin. When my palm skims his nipple he moans, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I repeat the motion and he tears out of the kiss and thrusts his hips against mine. I smile. Powerful all the sudden when I lower my head for a nibble of his nipple.
“Fuck, Belle.”
And then he tilts my head up again, captures my mouth as he unbuttons the front of my tank top then pushes it off my shoulders so that I’m not quite bare to his burning gaze, but in a lace bra that matches the panties I’m wearing that he hasn’t quite gotten to yet.
“You’re beautiful, Belle.” And then, like he’s some kind of clothing Copperfield, he makes my bra disappear so we’re skin to skin. “Lay down.” He nods to the bed and speaks as if he’s asking. I want the guy who spoke so sternly in the restaurant.
I cock my head and stay upright. “And if I don’t?”
His lips twitch but he narrows his eyes. “Then I will make you wait a very long time before I let you come.”
I flick open the button to my jeans, drift my hand down my belly to the waistband. “And if I take matters into my own hands?”
Instead of answering, he grabs my wrist and spins me so my back is against his chest. He traps my hands between us, low so I can feel exactly how hard he is, as he pushes his hand into my jeans and rubs his finger back and forth over my clit. He’s only actually touching my panties, but I’m on fire. Brave enough to squeeze his cock through his pants.
His mouth is hot against my ear. “You only do what I say, do you understand?”
Oh yeah. I get it. I nod. “Yes.”
He pushes his hand further so he’s cupping me and his finger pressures the entrance to my pussy through my panties. “What do you want to happen if you disobey, Belle?”
Oh God. I’ve never been so hot and his fingers are toying with me so it’s hard to think.
“Answer me, Belle.”
He hasn’t even touched my skin yet and I’m ready to come. My pulse pounds in my ears. “You could…” His finger traces the rim and my knees buckle but he holds me up.
“Say it, Belle.”
“You could spank me.” Oh God. Just the words, the image they produce is enough to make me want to disobey.
“Oh yeah.” It’s the answer he wanted. That’s what his tone says a second before he clears his throat. “All right then.” Now he’s stern once more. He withdraws his hand. “Take your pants off, but not your panties.”
I hold his gaze feeling every bit as sexy as his gaze says he thinks I am. God help me. I want that spanking but more I want to be naked with him. It takes me one second–literally–to step out of the pants.
“Now stand still so I can look at you.”
