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I reached for my own glass, pulling it towards me. “Go on.”
“I panicked, okay?” She pinched the stem of the glass between her fingers and twisted it without lifting it from the countertop.
“Panicked why?” I titled my head to the side to catch her gaze, pulling her attention from the wavering red liquid. “Because you like me?” I lifted my brow, and Chelsea scoffed.
“You’re so full of yourself.” She chewed at the inside corner of her lip to stop the smirk that made them twitch, and the pink on her cheeks darkened. She didn’t say I was wrong.
“Only when I’m right.” I picked up my glass and held it out to her. “Cheers to you liking me and giving this second date a go after all.”
Chelsea tapped her glass against mine and took a sip, and when she swallowed, I followed the small bob in her throat. I swallowed my wine to chase the butterflies that started to riot in my stomach.
“So,” she said, taking another sip and setting her glass on the counter, “how long have you been volunteering at the shelter?”
“Since I was in high school. The old building was only a couple of blocks from where I grew up.” Chelsea rested her elbow on thebar, leaning her head against her hand. Her eyes lit up when she smiled. “They expanded into the new building last year. I was the contractor on the job. I have a soft spot for the place.”
I wanted to know what she was thinking when she rubbed her lips together and smiled, almost like she was beaming at me. Chelsea opened her mouth and closed it again, opting to take another sip of her wine instead of speaking. I just watched her, meeting her stare and holding it.
“What’s wrong?” she finally asked.
“Nothing.” I drank the last of my wine. “Why would something be wrong?”
Chelsea ruffled her brow, slightly narrowing her eyes. “You’re looking at me funny.”
“Funny?” I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure out what was funny about my look.
She nodded. “Yeah. You’re staring.” Her hands shook when she took a long gulp to empty her glass, and it rattled against the counter when she sat it down.
“You’re beautiful.” I shrugged, and Chelsea gasped. “Want another?”
The blush on Chelsea’s cheeks had become a permanent feature by the time we made it back to my place. It could’ve been her refusal to admit that she liked me, or it could’ve been the three glasses of Pinot she drank. Either way, it was lovely, and I wanted to run my lips over every rosy inch.
We stepped into the entryway, and Chelsea scanned the room. She scrunched her nose when she didn’t find what she was looking for, and I lifted a brow. “You don’t have a dog?”
My laugh burst from me, and it was loud. “No, I don’t have a dog.” Chelsea looked at me like my answer didn’t make any sense. “I don’t have a lot of time or space for one right now. I’ll get one as soon as I do, though. Maybe two.”
Chelsea giggled, and the sound went straight to my cock. I grabbed her by the hand, tugging her against me. She looked up at me with her wide doe eyes, and they fluttered when I ran my finger along her jaw. Her lips parted, and her chest heaved when she inhaled.
“I’m going to kiss you now; is that okay?” I asked, moving my mouth closer to hers until I could smell the semi-sweet wine on her breath as she nodded.
Her lips were soft when I kissed them, and Chelsea’s body gravitated toward me until there wasn’t any space between us. She wrapped her arms around my neck, humming before she started to giggle. She stifled the first one before she choked, pulling away from me to laugh louder. When she clamped her mouth shut, pressing her fingertips to her lips, she took a deep breath.
“What’s so funny?” I narrowed my eyes.
Chelsea shook her head. “Nothing is funny. It’s just…” She paused, looking away from me. “I did some research.”
“Research? What kind of research?” My mind started to buzz the more nervous she looked. She bounced from one foot to the next, slowly stepping back from me.
“I took a quiz.” Her voice was quieter, almost like she couldn’t believe the words.I couldn’t believe them either.
My mouth dried out, and I grabbed her hips, stopping her from backing up any further. “Is that so? What kind of quiz?”
“BDSM quizzes.” Quizzes. Plural.
My heart started to race. Maybe she hadn’t been as turned away by our first night together as she had seemed. “Oh?” I used my hold on her hips to bring her closer to me again—I wanted to feel if her heart was pounding in her chest as violently as mine. “And what did they say?”
“They all said that I was submissive. I don’t know what that means.” Chelsea put her hands on my chest, closing her eyes to take a deep breath. When she reopened them, they were eager. “Will you show me?”
I nodded, dropping my hands from her hips to take her hand. I took a step towards my bedroom, and Chelsea followed. When I looked over my shoulder, I could practically see her body buzzing. “I’d love to.”
