“What are you afraid of, little wolf?”
“Everything,” I tell him honestly.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
And suddenly, I’m not. I might be nervous that he’s too handsome or that he’s too wonderful, but afraid? No, I’m not afraid of him.
“I’m not scared,” I tell him.
“You shouldn’t have stood me up.”
“I know.”
“Was talking so very scary?” He asks. Again, he’s rubbing his hand against my cheek, and I’m rubbing against him as though I’m not a wolf, but a kitty cat.
Oh, I want to be this guy’s kitty cat.
“No,” I whisper. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.”
“And isn’t it better now that we know what you’re worried about?”
“Yes.”
“And is it okay if I kiss you now, little wolf?”
“Yes.”
And then he does.
His lips come down, crashing onto mine. He kisses me deeply, strongly, sweetly. He runs his tongue over my lips and then teases my mouth with his own. I’m wet, and I’m excited, and I just want more of this.
I want more of all of this.
I reach for him, cupping his neck as I kiss him over and over. Oh, this feels so damn good. It feels wonderful. He feels wonderful.
Robert grinds against me, kissing me, rubbing his body against mine, and I want more. I want more of this. More of everything.
But then he pulls away and he looks at me with a gentle smile.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he tells me.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, touching his chest. I don’t know if I’ve ever been taken care of in this way. Not like this. I’ve never had anyone touch me like they mean it. I’ve never had someone dominate me so very deeply and wonderfully without even seeming to try.
“I want to try again.”
“Try what?”
“Our date.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“After everything that happened?”
“Would you be opposed?” He asks, chuckling.
“Not at all. I’m just a little surprised you’re okay with trying.”
“I’m okay with trying.”