I shake myhead.
"Did you look into joining otherclubs?"
I shake my head so slightly I pray he doesn't notice. The way he moves closer tells me he did. "Why did you come here,Mackenzie?"
I bite my inner lip again, not sure what tosay.
His hand comes up to my face. "Did you come here just for me?" he asks, his finger under my chin to hold my gaze tohis.
I nod ever soslightly.
"Why?"
I finally find my voice. "Isn't itobvious?"
"You could have fucked any guy here the other night. Why me?" I try to turn away but he doesn’t let me. "How long have you wanted this?" He touches my lower lip. "Howlong?"
I bite my inner lip harder; I'm sure making it even more obvious. His fingers touch my bottom lip, pulling it out of mygrasp.
"Howlong?"
"Awhile," Iwhisper.
He leans in, pushing up against me, the hard bulge in his pants taking me by completesurprise.
"How long's awhile?" he murmurs against my neck, sending shivers through me. He laughs softly. "That long,huh?"
I don'trespond.
"Since college?" he asks and presses his lips against my shoulder. "Since high school?" He makes his way up my neck to my ear. "Tell me, am I yourfantasy?"
I quiver from the chills covering my body. "Yes," I breathlessly respond, and without warning his lips meetmine.
We kissed at the club, but not like this. This is real. This is him, kissing me, knowing who Iam.
A rush I've never imagined, but have dreamed about for years, flows through me. When he pulls back, I almostwhimper.
"I'll be your fantasy, but for tonight only. Then you never come back." He looks me dead in my eyes. "Deal?"
I'm not sure if I should jump for joy or cry at his odd statement. I can't read if he wants this, too, or if this is just forme.
God, I hate being a girl, always questioning everything more than I need to. This is sex. I'm at a sex club. My dream guy is offering me exactly what I want. I know I shouldn't question it so I stare him in his eyes and reply, "Deal."
His hand meets with mine and he walks me to theexit.
"What are you doing?" I timidlyask.
"This is your fantasy, not theirs. I don't want people seeing you." He leads me into the changingarea.
My head spins in confusion. "How come you don't want people to see me? You put on quite a show onThursday."
"That was different." He pulls me into hisarms.
I ask, "How was thatdifferent?"
"Because I didn't know who you were." He pushes my hair away from myface.
"That doesn't really answer myquestion."
