I held his gaze. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish right here,” I warned.
He chuckled. “Don’t dare me.”
My lips parted. “You wouldn’t.”
He didn’t reply, but he removed his hand from my thigh and picked up the food menu. I did the same and selected a light serving of cheese puffs and a chocolate dessert. The waiter returned with our drinks and took our food orders.
I sipped on my vodka-based fruity cocktail. It was delicious. “I like the music,” I said appreciatively. “What is this place anyway?”
“Just a quiet lounge I like to enjoy.”
A spark of jealousy lit in my chest when I thought that he probably had enjoyed it with other women, but who was I to judge?
He was drinking whiskey, neat. He sloshed the drink in his glass, making the amber liquid catch the light, before raising it to his lips. I imagined how his lips would taste of good whiskey when we kissed.
“I like this place,” I said, dragging my eyes from his lips. “I like how old-world it feels.”
Jason smiled. “Me too.”
The music changed to something with a faster tempo, making me move my body to the rhythm. I felt like a flapper in a twenties speakeasy. “I want to dance,” I said dreamily.
He gave me a long, level look then surprised me by downing his drink and getting up. “All right then,” he said. “Let’s dance.”
I gasped, but I took a big sip of my drink for fortification then took his hand and allowed him to lead me clear of the tables. He drew me to him then twirled me around. We moved together in perfect rhythm. I knew from our night at Wild Things that he was a good dancer, but I hadn’t anticipated just how aroused dancing with him would make me.
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p; We danced for a while, laughing at the attention we were getting. The tempo of the music slowed somewhat, and Jason curved his hands around my waist, bringing me closer to him as he slid them down over my hips.
His hands froze, and he straightened. “I think that’s enough,” he said. “We should head back to the table.”
“Why?” I pouted. “I like dancing with you.”
He chuckled in my ear. “I have another kind of dancing in mind right now, and if we stay here, we’re going to give these people a show they might never forget.”
I laughed weakly as anticipation flooded me, and I followed him back to our table. As we settled into our seats, the waiter brought our food and new drinks. I sucked on my straw and turned a teasing glance at Jason as he slid one hand up my thigh, straight to the juncture between my legs.
“I noticed you’re missing a crucial piece of underwear.”
“Am I?” I replied coyly, lifting a cheese puff to my lips. I took a bite and moaned at the delicious taste then licked my lips and smiled at Jason. “These are delicious.”
“Are they?” He slid a finger between my folds and started to stroke my sensitive flesh. Under the table, my legs fell open. “Daphne,” he said softly, “did you choose to go bare on purpose to drive me crazy?”
“Actually”—I licked my lips again—“I slid on a very sexy, very silky thong I imagined you would rip off with your teeth.”
His voice was husky. “And then?”
I swallowed a small moan. “Then I thought, why not make it so there wouldn’t be anything in your way?”
His eyes glinted dangerously. “I should have taken you straight home.”
I bit my lip as his fingers created small bursts of pleasure between my legs. “A man of your experience can handle a girl with no panties, surely.”
He laughed softly and raised his drink to his lips. “When that girl is you…I don’t know.” He spread my thighs a bit more so he had full access to the warm heat between my legs.
He started to move his fingers in slow circles, spreading the wet warmth at my core, teasing my clit ever so lightly.
“You’re not eating,” he observed, even though I was sure he knew there was no way I was hungry for food anymore. “Come on,” he urged, “finish your cheese puffs. The chocolate cake has a soft caramel center.” He stroked me harder. “Warm and soft…you’ll love it.”