Chapter 6
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Chapter Six
On our fourth day at Mario’s house, I managed to get her alone during the siesta hour.
The grin she wears holds a bit of mischief as if she knows I’ve maneuvered her here. I don’t care because I am more occupied with wondering how fast I can replace her expression with one of desire.
The more I learn about her, the more I like.
There is clearly something nagging her, but she has been warming toward me.
Part of the traditional seduction of the dating game is what makes the woman tick. Now I need to wiggle a little more information out of her so I can set up a perfect date. “Do you like going to movies? Concerts?”
“I haven’t been to a concert since I was out of the convent,” she says in such a wistful voice. The sweet and sexy Fleur in a convent seems completely wrong. I decide to take her to see one as soon as I can.
But for now, I will be content with a few more hours alone with her.
“Go out with me?” I am not asking, more like commanding. And I want to add, Let’s get this electrifying thing we both want to explore going, but I leave this part unstated.
Her grin slips. “What?”
I move closer and pretend to remove a piece of lint from her silk blouse and I let my hand slid down to her arm. Feather-like.
Her cinnamon eyes leave mine and glance at what I am doing. When she rounds her gaze on me again, I am standing near enough to enjoy the heat of her skin.
Close enough to kiss her.
Fleur sucks in a breath and licks her lips, while staring at mine. There it is again, desire bouncing off her and whacking me upside the head.
She is still staring at my lips. It takes all my restraint not to lean down and respond to what I hope was an unconscious plea for a kiss.
“Dinner, tonight.” The words slide from my lips in a soft easy flow. All the while I am imagining myself shoving my fingers into her p***y under the table while she politely tells the waiter our order. “Only the two of us.”
She blinks but her response doesn’t take long.
“Okay,” she whispers.
Her one word catches in my sternum and arrows lower into a tight knot of excitement.
I watch her body as she leaves me. The long chestnut tresses brushing her waistline, calling my attention to her round and pert ass.
I want to see her hair sprawled out on my pillow.
But my fantasy doesn’t stop at the bed either. I want to know where she grew up, who her role models were. I crave knowledge about Fleur.
I can’t remember looking forward to a date more.
As I head back to the patio, a pleasant hum of a budding…what? Relationship? No, it’s too soon.
Anyway, a pleasant humming sensation settles over me. One I hasn’t felt for a long time. One I don’t care to analyze.
Only in enjoying it.
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