Sex Unlimited(23)

I feel my cheeks heat instantly and try to keep my composure. “Brisban, shh. People will hear you,” I scold him flirtatiously.

“Answer the question, Candace.”

I just nod, letting him know that I’m, indeed, not wearing anything under my skirt.

“Sexy, very sexy,” is all he says as he rounds the table to take his seat. “I’m hard for you right now, you know,” a sinfully seductive grin graces his handsome face. “I can’t control it when I’m around you. Knowing you aren’t wearing panties makes it that much more out of my control. I live a very controlled life. I enjoy how you cause me to leave all of that behind when we’re together.”

I feel the same way. Life is drab and pretty colorless until he steps into my space and, then, all of the sudden, everything’s painted in bright hues and endless colors.

“I know what you mean.” I anxiously cross my legs at the ankles and scoot toward the table.

He picks up the menu. “What are you hungry for, other than the obvious?”

I let out a giggle. “You never let up do you?”

He tilts his head to the side and arches a brow. “Why would I want to let up? Flirting with you is far too much fun to ‘let up.’ I enjoy making you squirm a little. It gives you less opportunity to make me squirm.”

I laugh, outright. “Like I could possibly make you squirm.”

“Oh, indeed you do. You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he leans in and lowers his voice some. “It’s incredibly difficult to sit here across the table from you with all of these insanely dirty thoughts running rampant in my mind right now.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and pick up my menu. “If you say so, Mr. Calloway. Maybe you can share those thoughts with me later.”

He grins and continues to scan his menu. “I’ll be having the SomTam now. You, I’ll be having for dessert later and I assure it will be very dirty; a beautiful mess.”

I shake my head. “You’re bad.”

“You like it. What I’m not sure of is if you like Thai food. I should’ve asked you first.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I like it. The shrimp Pad Thai for me. I’ve had it before and it was great.”

He folds his menu and pushes it aside. “I guess we don’t really know many of each other’s likes and dislikes outside the bedroom, do we?”

I unroll my napkin and place it in my lap. “No, I suppose not. We don’t have a reason to know those things.”

“You’re really hung up on rules, aren’t you?”

The question makes me uncomfortable but he’s right. I shrug my shoulders. “I’m a rule follower.”

He clasps his hands together and leans forward. “Rules are often made to be broken. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Why does he always put me on the spot like this? It makes me nuts.

“I don’t know. I just think we’ll be stepping into dangerous territory the moment we get too personal with each other.”

He purses his lips. “Hmmm, are you worried you’ll fall for me? Is that why you’re guarded?”

I don’t like that question one bit. Actually, it kind of pisses me off. He can tell because there’s no hiding my expression.

“I don’t mean to offend you. I just want you to loosen up some. Stop worrying so much about rules and boundaries.”

“That was an egotistical thing to say, Brisban. I’ve never pegged you for that type before.”

Before he can respond, the waitress places a crystal tumbler with amber liquid in it in front of him and a large glass of red wine in front of me.

“Are you ready to place your order, sir?”

He nods and proceeds to order for me and then himself. The waitress takes down our meals and gathers our menus. The air at our table is a little stifled from our less than comforting conversation.

“I apologize.” He places his hand on his chest, just above his heart. “I didn’t mean to sound that way. Sometimes my flirting crosses a line and I’m sorry for doing so. I never want to disrespect you in any way. Being around you makes me speak my thoughts before I think them through. Sometimes that’s good and others not so much.”

I give him a faint smile and sigh. “It’s okay. I‘m just a little uptight and nervous, I guess. Even though we aren’t calling this a,” I put my fingers in the air and make the quotation motion, “date, it still feels very much like one. I haven’t been on a real date in forever so it’s a bit much to absorb.”

He takes a sip of his drink and contemplates my words. I see his throat move as he swallows and an image of his mouth between my legs involuntarily flashes through my mind.