“Green tea?”
“Yes! Green tea. I’ve never tasted anything like it.” She took another sip.
“I’m glad you like it.” He moved as deftly as a jaguar and returned to her side. “Now, let me show you something.”
He led her to one of the closed doors. “I can make all your fantasies come true, teerak.” He took her glass and set it on a small table against the wall. He set his own down as well and cupped her face in his hands. “Just tell me what you want. Anything.”
Anything? He couldn’t possibly be serious. She smiled, deciding to play with her Phantom a little. “What if I told you I wanted to make love on a Lear jet? At fifty thousand feet?”
“I’d charter one.”
Heidi scoffed. “Right.”
“I’m completely serious.” He dropped a hand to clasp one of hers and led her fingers to the unmasked side of his face. His skin was smooth. And hot. “Tell me, my angel of music, what do you desire?” He turned his head slightly and brushed his lips over her palm.
A simple whisper of contact caused a gush of fresh nectar from her pussy. Her skin prickled as he continued to rub his cheek into her hand. His other hand moved from her neck to open the door.
“I want to make your dreams come true, teerak,” he whispered, his breath a soft caress on her neck. “Just tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said, her voice a husky rasp. “I want you.”
“God, I was hoping you’d say that.” He crushed his lips to hers.
For a man who owned a BDSM club, he kissed with a gentle softness, nibbling across her upper lip, and then her lower, tracing his tongue around her mouth, probing for entrance. With a soft sigh, she opened to him and let her tongue touch his. Her knees buckled at the sheer beauty of the kiss. Such pure emotion.
Her heart raced, and little tingles traveled from her lips to every cell in her body, settling between her legs. He tasted of the wine they had shared, combined with a spicy musk flavor that was all him. All handsome stranger.
A stranger. She was kissing a stranger.
Frightened, she pulled away.
He held onto her. “No, please don’t make me stop.”
“But…” She’d let him do more than kiss her in the club. Why was it so different now? Because they were alone?
“Tell me what you desire.” He nudged her forward. “Do you want me to tie you up and lick your pussy until you scream? Do you want me to whip you with a leather strip as the dancer did in the club?”
He pressed his lips to her neck, grabbing into the flesh of her hips. She whimpered at the heat of his touch.
“Or would you prefer to be whipped with the softness of a feather boa?” He trailed moist kisses down the side of her neck.
She shivered.
“Anything, teerak. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Heidi melted into his strength. His kisses blazed a path on her skin. “W-Why? You don’t even know me.”
“Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He lifted his lips from her neck and gazed into her eyes with a searing stare. “When I saw you leaving the line for my club, my heart, it nearly wept. Something about you calls to me. Something strong. I want you.”
“But—”
“Shh.” He brushed his lips lightly over hers. “You feel it too, don’t you? I was sure that you did.”
Heidi crumbled into his arms. “Yes. I feel it. I want you. But I’ve never…”
“I know. But you want to. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come to my club.” His soft lips curved against her cheek. “And tonight’s performance wouldn’t have made you so wet.”
“Y-Yes,” she stammered. “I want to.”