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“Are you starting something you’re not going to finish, Lassie, because if so, not cool.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he repeated.
No. No she absolutely did not want him to stop. She wanted him to move his fingers higher up to where she was soaked, push those fingers past her panties and rub her clit until she was a crying, whimpering mess of orgasms.
“What’s the angle here, Lassie? This is torture. If you’re not going to sleep with me … or even kiss me …” She moaned when he took those fingers half an inch higher and more to her inner thigh.
“I’m definitely going to fuck you, Rayma. And kiss you. And run my tongue along every single inch of your body—” Her groan cut him off. “But not tonight. As I said, when we finally do this, you’re going to be so worked up you’ll be begging for it.”
“I will beg right now. I’ll get on my fucking knees beneath this table if that’s what you want.”
His raspy chuckle nearly had the same effect as if he’d sucked her clit into his mouth. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand.
“The malbec and oysters,” the server said, returning with a wide smile. He set the enormous red wine glasses down in front of them, and poured a splash into one glass, waiting for Jordan’s approval before filling them anymore. Another server was there with the oysters and set them down on the table in front of Rayma and Jordan. “Do we know what we’d like to order?”
Shit. She’d been so preoccupied with Jordan’s fingers that she hadn’t even opened the menu. Had the server rattled off the specials when they sat down? She vaguely remembered hearing something about a poached salmon.
“We’ll have the sirloin, rare with the peppercorn sauce, and the coconut-crusted halibut with the vegetable medley and pilaf,” Jordan said without missing a beat.
“Excellent,” the server replied, accepting menus and then retreating.
Rayma turned to Jordan. “How do you know that’s what I would have ordered?”
“Because you’ve ordered fish every time we’ve gone out to eat, white fish more specifically. My friend also raved about the halibut and I immediately thought of you when he was talking about it. I thought about how much you would enjoy it.”
“Oh!” She blinked. “Th-thank you.”
“If you’d prefer something else, I can go find the server, but—”
“No, the halibut sounds wonderful.” She swallowed then slowly pushed out a fortifying breath. “What are we doing, Jordan?”
“We’re dating?” His fingers had thankfully kept themselves on her inner thigh but were no longer doing that hypnotic swirling thing that was making her brain short-circuit.
“But—”
“I’m wooing you. Seducing you. Getting to know you, so that when we finally go to bed, we’re not strangers. I happen to think that getting to know youthisway, learning what you like, what you don’t, and what makes you tick will just make everything in bed that much better. For example, I know you are a giving person. Generous, and kind, and that you’re probably the kind of woman who enjoys giving head, that you don’t look at it as an obligation.”
He wasn’t wrong there.
“But you’re also an impatient person, so although you’re keen to drop to your knees, you’d rather not stay there for half the day.”
She tossed her head back and laughed. “You’re not wrong there.”
He was all sexy smiles and raspy chuckles. “I’m gonna guess you’re also not afraid to ask for what you want in bed, but you don’t like to take control. You’re fine asking a guy to go down on you, but that’s the extent of yourcontrol, hmm?”
“Fuck, have you had a camera in my room for the last year?”
More of that rasp and sex laugh. Fuck her. The man was killing her slowly.
“No. But I’m trained to observe, and your response to me outside was very telling of what kind of person you are in private.”
Oh, the fact that she liked to be dominated, to be choked, spanked, and had a bit of an older man and praise kink? Did he get all of that from how she reacted to his hand around her throat?
“But you’re also a brat,” he said, picking up her wine glass and handing it to her. “You don’t know how or when to hold your tongue. And that sass shouldn’t always betolerated.”
She took a healthy sip of her wine, watching him over the rim of her glass. She shifted where she sat, and his middle finger darted out and stroked her clit under her sopping-wet panties making her jerk where she sat and causing her wine to slosh about in her glass.
“Careful,” he purred.
