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I’m an attentive date, but Scarlett’s easy to pay attention to. This doesn’t seem to be her kind of place, but her eyes were wide when we stepped foot in here, so maybe it’s a place she’s wanted to go since it opened nine months ago. Who knows? I don’t ask, she doesn’t volunteer.
The dark red dress she wears that swirls a little around her calves is sexy in a way I wouldn’t have thought about before. And when we leave, it’s only natural to take her hand.
For the right reasons, obviously, but her hand feels good and warm and made to fit into mine.
I pull her into me and she comes willingly in the warm air of the night. She laughs and looks up at me. “You’re good at this,” she breathes.
I brush a strand of hair away from her face, lingering on her cheek that feels like satin beneath my fingertips. “Good at what?”
“Seduction? The perfect date? Whatever it is you’re up to.”
I brush my mouth against hers. “Upping the ante, Scarlett. Let’s go get a nightcap.”
“Okay.”
It’s not far to the upscale bar in red leather and black steel and oversized glasses of cocktails that need a real mixologist.
I know a lot of the people in the place, but they’re the type to keep to themselves. I’ve slept with a number of women here too. They give Scarlett a once over before they turn to their latest goals, and she notices, but as we take our seat and place our drinks order, the jazz band’s music at just the right tempo and level, I lean in and kiss her. This time, it’s a deeper, more carnal kiss.
I meant for it to simply be a kiss for show, but it quickly gets away from me. Her response is like fire and she sets me ablaze.
“You keep complicating things,” she whispers against my mouth.
I sample that mouth again, this time sliding my hand up under her skirt to rest against her naked thigh and wonder how far I can go. Here. In this place. “You make it very easy, Scarlett.”
“The ante doesn’t count if there’s no one there to watch.”
I laugh softly as I slide my hand a little higher and her fingers grip the edge of the table. “Is that like the tree thing in the woods?”
“No.” And she lets go of the table and takes hold of my tie pulling me up against her and then her hand moves down, a deliberate ride, over my chest and torso, stopping just short of where my cock is stiffening in my pants. “You’re teasing me. For reasons I don’t understand.”
“You’re teasing me, Scarlett.”
She smiles. “I’m getting back at you for doing that to me.”
I push my hand higher, brushing at the juncture of her thighs.
I don’t do this kind of thing. I don’t take these risks in public, especially not with what I’ve gone and done. But she drives me to it. Somehow, someway, Scarlett makes things brighter, and she tests me, or makes me test myself. In short, with her, I very much do this kind of thing. And I like it.
“We can play this game, Scarlett,” I say, “or we can go to my place and do it all for real.”
“You want me.”
“Of course I do. I thought that was obvious.”
“Take me back to your place.”
“Thank Christ,” I say, “because we keep doing this and I’m going to end up embarrassed.”
She laughs. “Maybe we should stay.”
I pull her hand from my lap and withdraw mine from her leg and I kiss each and every one of her fingertips. “I think, Scarlett, we should go.”
We barely make it in my front door before we’re ripping at each other’s clothing like we can’t get enough. I know I can’t. I don’t know what she’s done to me. It’s the second night in a row that I’m caught in the fever of her.
There’s no way we’re going to make it up the stairs.
I drag her to the left, into the drawing room I keep for visitors, and I push her onto her stomach on the back of the sofa and flip the skirt of her dress up and over her.
