“Kind of?”
“It does make me hot. What would you say to me if you saw me at a bar?”
A smile tilts his lips.
He leans closer and lowers his mouth to my ear.
“I’d ask you if you were alone. And you’d say yes…”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And then I’d buy you a drink, and you’d accept it. And I’d check you out, run my gaze over your body… My eyes would stall on your chest, and you’d fidget in your seat, arch your back, and clench your thighs. I’d know you’d be interested at that point, so I’d set my hand on your back and slowly trail your spine…”
He moves his touch up my back, and my nipples harden.
“And then I’d set my hand at the back of your neck…”
He cuffs my neck, making me even more aware of his story.
“And I’d tell you to touch my groin…“
He stops, and I stare at him, wondering if he’s saying what I think he’s saying.
I can’t lower my hand to his fly, but I press myself into his body, and I feel his hard-on through his pants.
“What happens if I can’t touch you?” I murmur, fascinated.
“You ask me to take you to a private place.”
“Maybe my hotel room…?”
He bites his lip.
“Yeah… Your hotel room will do.”
Without waiting another moment and before the song ends, I spin on my heel and pull away from him, my fingers clasped with his.
“Can we go?” I ask the other two men the moment I near our table.