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As our orders are taken, and we eat our dinner, Nissa talks our ears off. She’s always been a talker. By the time dinner is over, I’m relieved.
“So we actually have a room at the hotel for tonight,” Nissa eventually says as the check is paid.
“Oh, that's nice,” I say as I dig through my wallet for cash. “Here,” I say, handing it to Nash, who paid for my portion of the bill. “I’ll give you the rest when I get paid next week,” I insist, but he shakes his head.
“I always pay for my date's meal,” he says with a smile that probably melts panties.
“This isn’t a date,” I remind him, but he just shakes his head, refusing me.
“Rose, I'm not taking your money.”
“At least let me help with the tip?” I beg. He thinks for a moment before nodding.
Two minutes later, Nissa and Rob are running off to do despicable things to each other. Lucky bitch.
“So, if I was a regular stranger, whose virginity wasn’t a factor, what would your next move be?” I ask, making Nash lift his brow. We’re still sitting at the table. Nash ordered me a lava cake, even though we’d already paid, saying he still had a sweet tooth, but he knew the other two wouldn’t bail until we were all finished. I wasn’t about to say no to cake, and I understood what he meant. Rob and Nissa were basically banging on the table by the time they ran out of here.
I ordered another drink…am I drunk? Yes. But do I care? No.
“Well, for starters, I would have spent the last hour whispering in your ear and lightly touching your body, turning you on and driving you crazy. My next move isn’t so much a move as it is an acceptance of your move…”
“That’s all it takes? Dirty words?” I frown, skeptical. “I don’t believe that.”
“You doubting my skills?”
“Yep.” I pop the p as I lick the gooey cake off my spoon obscenely. It’s fucking delicious, and I wish I could order five.
The shift in Nash is instant. His hazel eyes grow heavy with what looks like desire, and he slides closer until he’s in my personal space, our thighs pressed together.
He’s facing me fully now, his masculine scent filling the air around me until all I can see or smell is Nash. I swallow hard as he reaches up, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.
When he opens his mouth, his wet tongue darting out to lick the chocolate from his thumb, my heartbeat speeds up.
“Mmm, I would love another taste,” Nash murmurs, leaning forward. He stares into my eyes before his gaze drops to my lips.
The first touch of his fingertips across the exposed skin of my upper thigh has me shivering. A pool of liquid heat swarms my lower belly, and I clench my legs together, making Nash chuckle.
“See, baby, I can turn you on with just a touch,” his words are whispered just an inch away from my ear, and I nod.
“Fine. You win. That was hot as fuck,” I admit defeat and slump into my seat. An idea pops into my head, and I’m just tipsy enough to listen. “What would I do? What should I do, I mean, if I was trying to show you I wanted more?” I ask, and Nash’s mouth drops open a bit. He recovers quickly, though.
“Dip your finger in the chocolate,” Nash says quietly, nodding his head to my plate but never looking away from my eyes. I can’t hold his eye contact, though, so I shy away from it. “Don’t do that. Don’t look away.” He grips my chin, turning my head back to him, forcing me to do as he says.
“It makes me nervous,” I admit, trying to look away once more.
“That's okay. Let it. But eye contact can say things words can’t. Sometimes, it tells me you want to fuck me so badly you can’t even look away. Sometimes, it says how desperately you need to come, but you just can’t say the words…”
“Like this?” I try to relax, letting go of the fear. Right now, I’m trying to say I’m a hopeless virgin who desperately needs his help. Nash nods, swallowing hard. I dip my finger into the cake without breaking eye contact, lift it to my lips, and suck it between my fingers. I swirl my tongue, savoring the flavor, watching as Nash is the one to break our gaze, watching my tongue lick my fingertip.
When he does the same, dipping his finger in the chocolate, I wait, expecting him to lick it clean like I had. Until his finger presses against my lower lip, tugging it down. I open for him as he pushes it into my mouth, and I suck it clean. Nash groans, pulling his finger away from my wet mouth, and closes his eyes.
“That’ll do it.” Watching Nash adjust the front of his black slacks does something to me, and I gasp.
“I made you hard?”
“Painfully.” His eyes are still closed, and I feel a sense of pride, knowing I did this to him. The urge to reach out and grip him through his pants is there, but I resist. He might be hard, but he wouldn’t want me to touch him.
“Help me lose my virginity,” I beg, but as soon as I say the words, it's like the little spell we were both under is broken, and Nash scoots away from me.
