Page 29 of Man Vs. Woman
“Let me guess, your upper and inner thighs?” She giggles, and I feel her trace over those specialized areas with her foot.
I stifle a groan. She’s fucking winding me up, tighter and tighter. I swear, I’m about to turn these pants into a thick shade of white.
Ok, cream. I’ll fucking cream my pants. Hard.
“Hey, don’t just assume. My dick needs some attending to as well. That’s the hardest part about me.”
She spits out her champagne, shakes her head, and then throws the rest of the bubbly back, like she’s taking a five-dollar shot.
I laugh, watching her reaction. That’s exactly what I wanted.
I have her right where I want her.
We finish dinner and I pay before escorting her downstairs.
“Well, thank you, Colt,” she says as we walk out into the open New York City air. “This was lovely. Next time, we might need to be more productive,” she looks up at me and starts to turn away.
“Next time?” I coo.
Dateor not, this night is not ending that way.
I grab her hand and twirl her back into me. She crashes into my chest and before I let her think, I cradle her face with my hands. Her eyes close and I kiss her, tenderly yet forceful. We fall into a deliciously heated motion; we’re starving and greedy for more of each other. Her tongue taste of champagne and it mingles with my cabernet creating an addicting taste I know I’ll want to have again.
My hands travel down her body, feeling the angles of her curves. I grab her ass, hard. My dick presses against her stomach and I squeeze her ass tighter, releasing a small moan from her.
Then, she pushes me away.
“What…” I gasp.
Out of breath and a bit wobbly on her feet, she puts her hand up between us, freezing me.
“Do you really think that I’m going to sleep with my rival on the first date?” she asks with a sultry pout and half-closed eyes.
“Do you really think I’m going to take no for an answer?” I ask her back.
“You think I’m that kind of girl?” another question right back at me.
“You think I’m that kind of guy?” I ask back.
“Oh,” her eyes light up in mirth. “I know your that kind of guy. You have a closed gym to prove it, remember?”
“Serena…” I begin, not sure what to say about that.
“Oh,” she grins. “Am I leaving you hot and bothered?”
I growl.
“I think the YMCA has a senior aqua-aerobics class in a few hours if you need to…well…relieve some pressure.”
This girl is good. Respect.
“Otherwise, I recommend a cold shower,” she says with a smile. “So that you can focus tomorrow.”
Tomorrow.
Another day to hunt if I don’t catch her tonight.
I smooth my shirt down and stand up taller.
