His silver coin is in his pocket.
He pulls it out and shows it to me, then hands it to me.
Just like I took his hand earlier, I take it and look at it.
“Do… I have to give you mine?” I ask. I’m not sure if that’s how it works. It would make sense to.
“How about you decide in a little while.” He lifts his chin appraising me.
“A little while?”
“Yes… you might decide you’ve had enough fun with me and move on to someone else.”
I’m not like that, but he doesn’t know that. “What if you decided you wanted to move on to someone else?” I counter.
He moves closer, and my nerves scatter. “Call me old-fashioned, or maybe I have my own spin on the term, but if I give you my coin, it’s you I want for the night, but you have a choice. You get to decide after the taster session.”
My mouth waters.
“Taster session?” I ask, feeling like his echo now.
Another step closer and my breath hitches. He’s so close I can smell the musky scent of his aftershave. It tickles my nose and makes my pussy clench with anticipation.
“I’m a firm believer in sampling and getting a taste of the main. How else will you know if you like what I have to offer?”
I can’t bite back the smile that arches my lips. “I won’t.”
“So, how does a taster session sound, Giselle?”
“Good…” I answer. It’s clear my body took over long ago, succumbing to curiosity.
“Well, maybe then I’ll be deserving of your coin.” That flash of something sinful comes back into his eyes. It reminds me of something predatory and dominating. It suits the strength in his personality. “I will need your permission to give you the taster, it might not be what you’re used to for a first meeting,
but then again we did meet in a sex club.” He holds my gaze, and my lungs constrict. “Do I have your permission, Giselle?”
“Yes,” I say, as if by default. I don’t think my body would allow any other answer than yes.
“Okay.” He raises his hand to his mask and takes it off, smoothing it over his face then his hair, and wow… the full vision of him takes my breath away.
I get the feeling he knew that would happen though.
In the subtle light his blue eyes are more striking and I see I was right about the deep angles and planes carved into his face.
He has a face that looks like God took his time to carve to perfection. He arches one dark brow, and the smile now reveals a dimple in his left cheek.
“Does my appearance please you?”
I don’t know what kind of question that is. Maybe he just wanted to hear me say yes.
“It does,” I answer. I guess it’s my turn now, so I pull the mask off my face and give my hair a shake when it gets tangled in it.
Thank God I seem to please him too.
“And me?” I ask, my voice sounds meeker than I want it to.
“You had me at hello,” he replies and I find I can’t look away.
He steps even closer and lowers to my lips. I lift my chin, readying myself for his kiss. I don’t know what I expected to feel when his lips touched mine, but it wasn’t the rush of heat that pulses through my whole body. It makes me ache all over.