I slid my hand over her thigh, feeling her warmth. “I’m not looking for a fling,” I confirmed. “We were dating and it ended because we weren’t right for one another. I’m not trying to have one with you, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’re a brilliant woman and I enjoy spending time with you. I think we click well together, but this shit with the club seems to be putting you off.” I put it on the line and told her how I really felt.
“Good to know,” she mumbled quietly as her shiny locks dropped in front of her face.
I rubbed my thumb over the strands lightly. “And what do you want, Mia?” I asked.
“I want to see how things go with us. I like where it’s headed to. I am concerned about the club. I have to think about these things in my position,” she said honestly. “I can’t help but like you for some reason,” she murmured.
“I get it. Worth the risk, don’t you think?” I ventured, shrugging my shoulders. The ball would be in her court now.
“Let’s see, I’m enjoying this.”
There it was, the green light, as in… we were on track.
She kept circling the near-empty wine glass with her finger and biting her lip.
I closed my eyes, feeling the blood rush through my veins. “Can you stop circling that glass, and now, you’re biting your lip, sweet Jesus,” I groaned.
Mild shock crossed her face as I gently took her glass from her and set it down alongside mine.
I leaned into her, kissing the elongated section of her exposed neck as she whimpered a little. I ran my tongue over her flesh as I knitted my fingers together with hers. Her scent was intoxicating, making it hard for me not to speed up. Desire for her was taking my body over as I struggled to contain myself. Her hands were locked around the base of my neck as we began to kiss more deeply. I skimmed my hands over the outline of her svelte body… and that’s when she pulled back slowly. Both of us were wrapped up in one another and I wanted to take it further, but hesitation was written on her face.
“Can we take it slow?” she asked.
I dove in for one last kiss on her swollen lips. “Whatever you want, Mia. I’m not trying to pressure you,” I reassured her.
“Thanks.”