“On it. One moment, please.”
He takes out his phone and starts typing.
“I’m going audio on this one,” he says.
“So you can listen while zip-lining?”
“Yep.”
We both laugh, and then we’re quiet for a moment. It’s not an uncomfortable silence, but there’s an air of uncertainty. The sun has gone down, the meal has been eaten, and I’m not sure what he’s thinking in terms of what happens next. So, in the spirit of our general policy of self-disclosure, I say, “What do we do now?”
He gives me a crooked grin. “You mentioned something about seducing me?”
I’m glad that this is where his mind went. I’m not going to let myself fall for him. But I am very much going to let myself sleep with him.
If I can remember the steps.
There was a time when I prided myself on being quite a pro at this. But after Gabe, and my long abstinence, I feel a bit uncertain of myself.
“Yeah, about that—” I begin.
“Oh, shit,” he says. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be an asshole. You definitely don’t need to seduce me. I was just—”
“No!” I say. “I still want to! I’m just not sure how to go about it. Should I order more food?”
“If I eat more you are definitely not going towantto seduce me.”
“Roger.”
“We could go inside,” he suggests. “And maybe I could kiss you?”
“I like this plan,” I say.
We stand up and he takes my hand and squeezes it, then walks me into his living room. He turns to me and opens his arms. I step into them.
He leans down and softly brushes my lips.
My entire body radiates approval. I press closer.
He takes the back of my head in his hand and kisses me deeply. And when I lean in to devour him, he puts his hands on my hips and kisses his way down my neck, then lower.
Maybe I do remember how to do this. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and I’m aware that this sight is astonishing.
By the look on his face, he is aware too.
I reach for him. “Touch me.”
His grabs me and pulls my hips to his. His hands trace my waist, the small of my back, my rib cage, and then, deliciously, my breasts. He’s hard, and I grab his ass and press myself against him.
It feels amazing.
So amazing that I let out a jagged sound that gives me away.
“Can I take off your shirt?” I ask.
He does it himself, throwing it onto the floor like he never wants to see it again.
And nor do I, because his body is ridiculous, and all I want is to feel it against mine.
