They found a quiet table in a corner, ordered a pizza and two cokes, and then stared at each other.
He’d let her order whatever toppings she wanted, insisting he liked anything. Was it all just a show?
He took her hands across the table as they waited for their food. “I am a nice guy. I’m so sorry I made you feel otherwise.” He stroked her skin on the back of her hand with his fingers until she couldn’t concentrate on his words.
She pulled her hand back.
“You okay?”
“Yes. I just can’t think when you touch me.”
“I like that.” He smiled. “I’ll keep it in mind.” He leaned toward her. “Don’t get me wrong. I want you badly. Just sitting here with you is making my cock hard. I can’t say I wouldn’t ever turn this into a dominant situation. I can smell you and it’s killing me slowly. If you weren’t so skittish right now, I would insist you take off your panties and give them to me. I would love knowing your pussy was bare under your skirt.”
She gasped. How did he always manage to do this to her?
“No one would know, Kathleen. I would never expose you to anyone or let anyone else know you were dripping with need. I just love the idea of us having our own secrets, even out in public. Does that make sense?”
She didn’t move.
“It’s not that I care what pizza you order or where we sit or even which streets we take to get to a restaurant. I just feel driven to push you sexually because it makes me even hornier when you grow needy. I can feel your pulse increasing when I touch you.”
“Are you going to let me teach? I just finished my degree. I want to work with children.” She held her breath waiting for his response.
“There will be no ‘let’ in this relationship. You should do whatever fulfills you. If you want to work, I’ll support you. If you prefer to stay home, that’s fine too. I want you to be happy. You’ll make your own choices. I’ll not be dominating your every movement.”
“Just the sexual ones,” she added.
“Right, and that line may blur a great deal at first because I intend for most moments to be sexual between us for several weeks.”
“Can I be in charge sometimes?” Am I pushing it with him?
He chuckled. “Do you want to be?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I just want to know I can if I feel the desire.”
“Then, yes, you shall. Can’t say I can picture how that might go between us, but give it your best shot if you want. Would you like me to give you my briefs right now?” he teased.
She flushed and shook her head. “Please don’t. My pockets aren’t as big as yours.”
Their pizza came and they sat back to let the waiter put it between them. It smelled heavenly and Kathleen was finally famished. She’d not eaten since that sandwich Gabe had carried into the woods for them. It was almost eight o’clock now.
Gabe watched her as she bit into the first slice.
“What? Do I have sauce on my face?” She grabbed a napkin.
“Nope. I just like looking at you.” He leaned on his palms, not reaching for the pizza.
“So, you’re just gonna watch me eat? Aren’t you hungry?”
“Baby, I’m gonna watch you do everything. I love learning about your mannerisms and your style. I had no idea eating pizza could be so sexy.”
“Oh, come on now. That’s a stretch.” She picked up the slice again. Let him watch. She was starving.
“Oh, but you make the meal so sensual. Your tongue reaches out first and then your lips part. You even make a little moaning noise when you taste your food. Yep. It’s sexy as hell.”
“You think you can sweet-talk me into sleeping with you after we eat?” She tipped her face, giving a coy grin.
“I won’t have to sweet-talk you. You’re too easy.”
“Is that so?” She paused between bites. “Huh. You challenging me? That doesn’t seem like it would be to your advantage.”
“I know you have your concerns about my dominant tendencies, and I can only pacify those concerns with time and example, but when it comes to sex, you’re putty in my hands, Kathleen. Even now, you’re thinking about having me inside you.” He leaned forward closer to her mouth to accentuate his words and keep them private.
She gulped a long draw of her soda. Was she thinking about having his cock inside her before he mentioned it out loud? Probably. She squirmed against the bench seat, wishing she wasn’t wearing a skirt not for the first time today.
Her thighs rubbed together and she crossed her legs against the pressure building inside her. Damn him.
“You want to take those panties off now?”