Relieved that he still set her a little off balance, Tucker slid from his stool at the bar. Without taking his eyes from Maggie he spoke to Gabe, “We should have a meeting soon.”
“Sure thing, boss. How about I call you in a couple of days to set something up.”
Tucker nodded and moved to greet the sexy woman coming his way.
“Hi,” she spoke first, the single word breathless.
“Hi yourself.”
Her lips parted, and a lovely smile crossed her face. For a breathless moment he waited before he cupped her head, drew her close and covered her mouth with his. He swallowed the small sigh that fell from her mouth as the pleasure of having her in his arms again sank into his bones. The sensation of her soft body against the hard planes of his reminded him what he’d been missing these last several days. He nearly groaned.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her a notch closer. They might have been in the middle of a public restaurant but he knew very few of the patrons would be shocked by his behavior. Tucker took advantage of her surprise and swept his tongue between her parted lips. Soft heat filled his senses as he tasted and explored every inch. She grabbed his arms and wrapped her fingers around his biceps. It wouldn’t take much to make her forget they had an audience.
Slowly, he stepped back when all he wanted to do was grab her hand and lead her to Purgatory. All doubts about Maggie and where she belonged evaporated. He’d been without a submissive for a very long time and she possessed the perfect amount of desire to submit mixed with stubborn female fight to keep things interesting. As long as he didn’t push her too far too fast again. This time he’d hold her to him and there’d be no running tonight.
The image of her fleeing from his house naked had him biting back a smile. No way would he ever regret that memory as long as he lived. It had been a sight to behold. The combination of frightened rabbit and ivory female skin still flushed from orgasm. He sighed. She’d dumbfounded him until he started painting.
“I’ve missed you,” he blurted, cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip.
“I missed you too,” she confessed. “I feel like an idiot the way I ran out the other day.”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Shh. We’ll work through that later. Did you find my special gift and the instructions for it?”
She nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor.
His brow raised and his eyes narrowed a fraction. “I didn’t hear you” he stated.
Her eyes widened when she realized what he expected. She cleared her throat before she spoke, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. We’re going to have a very good time tonight. But for now I’d like to have dinner. Would you care to join me?”
“Yes, please,” she answered, her voice coming out huskier than she’d probably expected. Him bringing up his little surprise placed them squarely back into their Dominant/submissive roles. Her demeanor changed as did her breathing. Damn. The thought of her taking the small tube of lube he’d provided and preparing her little asshole for a plug stirred his cock. He’d seriously considered making her bring it to the restaurant for him to place the first time. It would have been simple to slip into one of the private changing rooms and push the pretty pink toy between her sweet checks.
Tucker’s entire body hardened. He’d never make it through a normal dinner at this rate. His intention for having her prepare her body for him was a two-fold decision. First, she’d have to make the decision to follow his request or not, all on her own without any pressure from him in person. And second, it pleased him to have a submissive take the time to prepare her body for his pleasure. While he had every intention of giving her more pleasure than she’d dreamed of, she would have to work for it. Earn it per se. He’d taken this opportunity as a test to see how willingly she accepted his commands after the mishap of their previous encounter.
Of course, now all he thought about was what that little plug did to her. Before long she’d be squirming in her seat. Tucker forced back his reaction and smiled as he led them away from the bar. He’d chosen the perfect spot for their dinner.
Fire and Ice had been designed to be different from a sea of restaurant choices in Charlotte. The front dining room was all about ice, with a series of cascading waterfalls that fell into pools filled with rocks that looked like chunks of ice. Farther back they’d chosen to embrace the fire. Levi had designed the walk in sized fireplace that dominated the space with flames so high they looked capable of reaching forward and licking the skin of anyone that got too close.