Sex Unlimited(24)

God, Candace, you’re such a sex fiend all of a sudden.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a real date that wasn’t some fiasco constructed by friends or family?” he asks, placing his drink back on the table. I shake my head, no. “It’s been a long time. This isn’t necessarily my comfort zone either, Candace, but I’m tired of being lonely. I’m a man in his forties who lives and breathes by structure and business deals and endless work. I miss the company of a beautiful woman. I enjoy taking you to a nice place like this and buying you the finest wine and food. It’s who I am. I’m a man that enjoys treating a woman as she should be treated. It makes me happy. Just like I enjoy making you happy in bed. I won’t deny myself these things just because it’s uncomfortable to reintroduce myself to being with someone other than my ex-wife. I like the physical aspect of this but I also like the company.”

How can I argue with that when I feel exactly the same way? I can’t.

“I know what you mean. I know a lot about being lonely. I’m just scared. I like you and I don’t want to get caught up in feelings that can’t be there.”

He reaches across the table and takes my free hand in his. “I don’t know the future any more than you do. We can’t let fear stop us from enjoying one another. We’re adults in an adult situation. Let’s not concern ourselves with what-ifs or maybes. Let’s just appreciate each other and forget the rest.”

As much as this terrifies me I can’t argue with him. I want all of that just as much as he does.

“Okay.”

Our food arrives and saves us from the remainder of this heavy topic. It smells heavenly and looks even better. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled this. It’s absolutely delicious looking, too.”

An appreciative smile adorns his handsome face. “This is my favorite place in the city. I’m glad you approve. Just wait until you try it. It’s always a real treat when something tastes as good as it looks.” I cut my eyes up to his and, just as I thought, his eyes are swirling with mischief, his grin equally naughty. I shake my head.

“Is that right?” I quip.

“That’s right. I have personal experience with this. I can provide you with some rather specific details if you’d like.” He arches a brow as he opens that sexy as hell mouth of his and takes a bite of food. He chews and pauses briefly. “The first time I took you into my mouth I didn’t want to stop. Just like when I look at you my eyes don’t want to look away.”

“I love your details.” I spear a shrimp with my fork and lean down to blow on it, hot steam floating up.

“You have incredible lips.”

My gaze wonders up to his and I smile. “Thank you.” I put the shrimp in my mouth slowly and he watches my every movement. I’m sure to slide the fork out of my mouth ever so slowly; just for effect. I lick my bottom lip and he smiles.

“I’d call you a tease but I know you’re going to follow through later, so I won’t. I look forward to those perfect lips being around my cock later.”

Immediately, I blush and worry about others around us hearing him. I bring my napkin up and blot the corners of my mouth before responding with my composure firmly in place. “You’re right about that. I’m not a tease and I also look forward to that. No games remember?”

He raises his glass with a slight nod of his head. “I’ll toast to that.”





WE’RE IN THE CAB ON our way to a nearby hotel where he’s already made reservations for us. I feel his warm breath before I hear him speak, “I can’t wait to have you alone, all to myself.” His whisper floats from his beautiful lips into my ear. His hand’s resting on my thigh and I can feel the heat from his palm through the thin fabric of my skirt. I open my legs slightly and reply, “Why wait?”

He looks in the direction of the cab driver and then back to me. “I like it when you’re like this.” His hand slides down to the hem of my skirt.

“Like what?” I open my legs a little more, tempting him further.

He leans in and kisses me on my neck. In between kisses he says, “When you shut down your inhibitions and just allow yourself to react to how you’re feeling. It’s incredibly sexy.” One finger begins to trace the hem of my skirt, inch by inch. Slowly, he hooks two fingers underneath and makes the unhurried journey back in the other direction, gently and methodically. Never does he do anything without careful thought and purpose. He stops at the center of my skirt and glides his hand underneath. I open even more for him. His thumb brushes my already needy clit and I have to hold in a whimper.