When I went to pull down the zipper of his jacket to remove it, he lifted a hand to stop me. “No. Me.”
The stiffness of the worn leather meant his hands were inches from my body, but he still felt so close as he pulled it down excruciatingly slow. I held my breath, watching his greedy expression as he revealed more and more of my body.
“Is this… is this part of the seduction?”
His eyes flashed up to mine, a smirk on his face. “You want?”
I lifted a shoulder, taking a nonchalant sip of my champagne. “I’m curious.”
Dismissing the jacket to the side, he sat beside me, his hand behind mine on the blanket. “My message.”
“You sent two.”
“Lots.”
“Am I supposed to be impressed by two?”
“Yes.”
I laughed and leaned back further, my fingers touching his. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
He nodded. “Why?”
Seeing as I had planned for my bribe to be a bluff, that was a good question.To have a good time? To prove I could move on? To let him crack and have some form of relationship with Hungarian? Or to actually research more about hislanguage skills?
Or, and I let the thought form slowly,was it to have meaningless, outrageous sex with a raceras I’d always fantasised?
In the stillness, he squeezed my fingers.
“To rile you up like you did to me.”
“Mmmm.” There was a twinkle in his eye, and he placed his other hand on my thigh like he had on the bike. “Done.”
“Guess I can go home then? Mission accomplished?”
“You want?”
No.
I rolled to face him, head propped up on my elbow, but his hand slipped to my inner thigh, where he stroked his thumb.
“And what do you want, Zoltán?”
He looked past me to the sunset.
“You’re going to need to speak, Zoltán.”
“You not want.”
“I do.”
He turned, giving me his full attention, his fingertips dragging higher. “I want fuck you. Here. Bike. Mine.”
My breath hitched. “You could have said that an hour ago.”
He pointed at me. “Behave.”
Well, that was gone.
