"When I opened the door, and you were there, I wanted you. I still want you." She inched even closer, her breasts grazing my chest. "I want you all the time. Maybe I should stop fighting it."
"Maybe we both should." I wrapped my free arm around her waist, tugging her closer. "Come with me to the wagon."
"Thought you never seduced anyone in there."
"I haven't, not until now." I touched my lips to hers, a soft, gentle kiss. "Assuming you come with me. I'd love to spend the night with you in my gypsy sanctuary."
She laid a hand on my cheek. "Yes, Damian, I will."
"We can just talk if that's what you want. Talk and sleep together, and I mean 'sleep' as in catching some Z's."
"I want more than that."
"Me too." I led her toward the wagon, holding her hand the whole time, letting go only so I could open the door. As she climbed up the steps, her ass was inches away from my face. "Already loving the view."
She smiled at me over her shoulder. "You'll get a much better view in a few minutes."
Naked Heidi. Sure, I'd seen her naked before, but this time would be different. No comparison, actually. I would have her nude body underneath mine.
I climbed into the wagon and shut the door, stopping just past the threshold.
Heidi stood by the table, gazing down at it. She traced her fingertips over the surface, then laid her palm on it. "Later, I'd love for you to finish that palm reading." She looked at me. "If you don't mind."
"Love to—later." I strode up to her, laying my palm over her hand on the table. "This is your night, Heidi. You set the pace, you decide what you want to do, and you tell me what you want me to do."
"That's sweet, but it's unnecessary. I trust you, Damian."
"You trust me so much that you ran away from a palm reading. I'm not being sarcastic or grumpy. I'm stating a fact."
"I know. But I didn't run away because of you. I did it because you make me feel so good that I want more than friendship with you." She fingered the lapel of my shirt. "I want you, period. And that scares me, but I refuse to keep being a coward who's too afraid to admit what I want. So if you still want me—"
"Hell yes, I want you."
"Good." She pointed at the bench. "Sit down, please."
"The bed is a lot more comfortable for having sex."
"You said you'd do what I want."
I had said that, and I never reneged on a promise. So I dropped onto the bench and spread my arms across its back. "I'm all yours."
"Got any music? The steamy kind, preferably."
"Absolutely." I dug my phone out of my pocket and found a good playlist, one of my favorites, then I started the music. It played through a Bluetooth speaker embedded in the wall, thanks to an app I'd installed on my phone. "Steamy enough for you?"
"Mm, I like this. Belly dancing music."
While the Middle Eastern style music played, Heidi began to sway her hips. She got her whole body into it, like a real belly dancer, moving her sexy body in ways that made the blood in my brain pour down into my dick. She pulled her shirt off over her head, then unzipped her pants and got rid of them too.
I stroked my hardening cock through my jeans, imagining all the things I wanted to do with her tonight.
Heidi undid her bra and let it fall away from her body. She kept shimmying and gyrating while she removed her panties, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, couldn't stop myself from following every movement. Her tits swayed, her eyes fluttered shut, and she skimmed her hands up and down her body the way I wanted to do to her.
She knelt in front of me, pushed my knees apart, and positioned herself between them. "I've wanted to do this for so long, maybe since the first time I saw you. Can't wait anymore."
I reached for my shirt, about to unbutton it, but she stopped me with her hand on mine.
"Let me do that," she purred, her voice so sultry the sound of it made my balls tighten.