“Or, maybe I’m just not into being told what to do.” I’m lying, and it’s ridiculous.
In the day to day, when control is ripped from me, it makes my blood boil. But in little intimate moments like this, something about it sets my insides on fire in an entirely different way.
Kara’s right, too many romance novels.
But he’s obviously into being the dominant force, so why not play into what we both seem to enjoy?
I’m hell bent on sabotaging myself. Maybe a part of me feels guilt. I’m engaged. I mean, not really, but technically yes?
I’m getting married tomorrow; I shouldn’t be sharing a dark booth with a dangerously handsome man playing power games.
Yet, I can’t stop myself from enjoying his vibe.
He picks up his drink, his eyes shifting away from me as he sips it. When he puts the glass back down, he runs his tongue over his top lip, licking away a droplet of whiskey.
“Why did you need a minute away from your friends?” He changes the conversation away from my mild disobedience.
Another bite of disappointment.
“You’re going to think it’s silly.”
“Try me,” he presses.
“They were talking about men, particularly one of their boyfriends. Debating if having to work late was good enough reason to cancel a date.” I take another sip, this time of the water.
His left eyebrow lifts, just a tiny fraction, but with it his mouth does, as well. I think he’s pleased I drank the water.
Such a small thing, but it fills me with warmth.
I think I like him being pleased with me.
“And what was your opinion? Does work come before pleasure?”
“Sometimes it has to. Sometimes we do things because it’s necessary. Sometimes what we want just doesn’t get to play a role in the decision of what we do.”
He studies me a long moment. “How often do you make decisions based on what you want?”
“I wasn’t talking about me.”
“Of course you were, but you don’t want to admit it.”
I take another sip of my cranberry drink, a long one. Enjoying the bite of the vodka against my throat this time.
“You’re right. I don’t really want to talk about it. Not tonight. Tonight is mine, all mine.”
After tomorrow my life will belong to a stranger. I’ll be doing what I have to in order to keep Tommy cared for.
After I take my vows, I’ll keep them. My life will be my husband’s. But tonight, until I say those words, is all for me.
“I like that. And you’re right. There are more times in our lives we do things out of obligation than desire. But tonight doesn’t have to be that.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey. “Tonight can be just fun. Just about us.”
“Just two people having a good time.”
“Making each other feel good.” He adds with a dip in his voice.
I can only imagine what he means by that statement, but I’d much rather know firsthand. What does it feel like to have his tongue paint across my skin? His fingers dig into my flesh? His cock?—
“Yes.” I press my knees together, needing something to take a little bit of the edge off.
