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8
Kerenza
I was now convinced that for the entirety of my adult life, I’d been doing the whole dating thing completely wrong.
How could only one date with Oden Matthews have me feeling like this?
I honestly didn’t know, but what I did know was that my lust had somehow—without me realizing it—morphed into a genuine attraction to Oden. I liked him. Like, actuallylikedhim.
Dinner, which consisted of a four-course Italian-style meal, had been amazing, the conversation flowing as frequently and easily as the wine did. And the band, oh, goodness the band. The music had set the ambiance, and beyond that, the talent was just off the charts.
Oden laughed at a joke I made about work, and I took the opportunity to stare at him. His face right now, unguarded, looked different than it usually did. Gone was the serious, intense set in his eyes and jawline. His smile was boyish and endearing.
I gawked at him for so long, I zoned out, causing Oden to ask, “What are you thinking about over there?”
“Oh…just how much I enjoyed myself tonight,” I replied.
“Well,” he began, removing the napkin from his lap and tossing it down on the table as he stood. “The night isn’t over just yet.”
He offered his hand, and I gladly accepted it, rising to my feet. No sooner than I had my bearings, Oden spun me in a small, tight circle before pulling me to him.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed, a surprised smile settling on my face. Despite this being our first date, I found that I was naturally comfortable with Oden. I relaxed in his arms, and together, we moved to the smooth tunes the band was playing.
My eyes found his and, once again, I saw desire, hunger, and need glimmering in them. But this time, this time I saw something else: possession.
I had no doubt that Oden Matthews wanted to possess me, to make me his in every way possible. That didn’t scare me. What scared me was the fact that I wanted to let him.
In the seconds before Oden’s head dipped, and his mouth angled toward mine, I knew the kiss was coming, and still, still I wasn’t ready for the intensity of it.
Our mouths connected and everything—the music, the cool spring breeze blowing about, the racing of my heart—all faded away. In my eagerness to show Oden just how much I desired him, I took control of the kiss, channeling every ounce of passion I felt. But that didn’t last long. Oden’s hand came up, cupping the side of my face as he leaned into the kiss, establishing dominance as he proceeded to fucking devour my mouth. And all I could do was stand there and hold on tight for the ride.
His tongue brushed against mine, sending a jolt of pleasure straight down to my clit. Then, he sucked on my bottom lip, before running his tongue across it.
Far too soon for my liking, Oden’s lips left mine, and he stepped back, his arms leaving my body. Instantly, I was cold, missing the warmth of his touch. He put some distance between us and gazed at me, all intense and serious-looking. His chest heaved up and down, and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to fuck me right here, and right now.
Samesies, Oden. Samesies.
I found myself saying, “Let’s get out of here.”
Oden signaled, and our waitress seemingly materialized out of thin air. Briefly, I wondered if it was awkward for her to be tending to a party of two on the rooftop of a building.
“We’re leaving,” Oden informed her rather briskly. I didn’t blame him. I wanted to get out of here and be alone with him.
“Of course, sir,” the waitress replied, appearing unfazed by his curtness. “Unless there’s anything you’d like me to package up for take-away, then you can head back down to the main level.”
Oden looked to me, silently asking if I wanted anything to take home.
Yes, you.
I shook my head, then he took me by the hand, and within minutes, we were on the elevator. The doors opened to the main floor. The music, the chatter of conversation and general background noise of the crowded restaurant was a bit of a shock after being in our own little bubble on the rooftop for the past few hours. As if he could sense my sudden discomfort, Oden’s grip on my hand tightened assuredly as he led us to the front of the building.
I slowed down when we reached the greeter’s kiosk, thinking we needed to stop there and pay the bill, but Oden just kept on walking, and by default, so did I.
The minute we were outside, I stopped walking and asked, “But…what about our check?”
He was busy scanning the street for the car we’d arrived in, so he didn’t look at me as he responded, “It’s already been taken care of.”
Impressed, my eyebrows lifted. I stared at Oden’s broad back and admired his hulking physique, but also the naturally assertive and dominant characteristics I was noticing about him. He was bound to be just as take-charge in the bedroom.
