Page 5 of Midnight Heat

"Ashley." Shit, I shouldn't have lied, but I do it when I'm pressured. Besides, Ashley sounds sexier.

He reaches for my hand, which is holding the ice water glass, turns it upside down, and places an open-mouthed kiss on my palm. The contact sends a shiver through my body, ending right between the apex of my legs. He places my hand back on the table, and we just stare at each other with fire in our eyes.

I don't think I'll make it through dinner.

The server approaches the table, and instead of handing us menus he looks expectantly at my 'date' who just goes ahead and orders for us, drinks and all. How… alpha of him. I don't know what's good in here and I'm too nervous to get upset at his show of dominance. I need to keep it together if I want to spend a hot night with this man. And I do.

I lick my lips again. Is it too slutty to keep doing it? I just think he's delicious, plus I do it to keep from biting my lip, which is what I normally do when I'm this on edge. I lean forward slightly as if I'm going to tell him a secret.

"Tell me more about tonight, Max. What happens after you take off my dress?"

It's like we're playing a game of eye chicken, and I'm scared to even blink. I want to watch every nuance of his features to be able to figure out why this man followed me all the way here. I'm not that remarkable. At least, that's what my grandmother keeps telling me. Max leans forward to mimic my body language and for a moment, I think he might just go ahead and kiss me in the middle of this restaurant.

"I'll give you as many orgasms as I can with my mouth and my fingers. Then I'll fuck you hard until you beg me for more."

Shit, I'm in trouble with this man. My cheeks feel swollen and I know I look red as a tomato right now. I narrow my eyes at him.

"You seem really confident that you can satisfy me sexually. How come? You don't even know me."

"You won't regret coming home with me tonight, Ashley." Is all he says.

The server interrupts us with the appetizers and we both lean back, surprised. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of us here, and my body was burning with not only his words but the tone in which he said them. His voice is smooth and masculine, and I could come on the spot if he just whispered some dirty thoughts into my ear.

I put my hand over my throat as I gulp. I don't want him to realize that I'm not a femme fatale but rather a kitten that's mistakenly gone inside a lion's den. I take a sip of the wine he ordered and savor the flavors in my mouth. I took a class on wine tasting once for an article I was writing, but I don't really know how to identify things like the experts do.

Max tastes his wine, and his face seems to register surprise at the flavor. He seems at ease here in this place, with me, but I am certain he could pounce on me at any given moment—like a tiger. I keep comparing him to felines. I take a bite of one of the pork pot stickers and moan in appreciation. I'll have to come back here for more if the rest of the food is as good as this. Right now, I'm only going to nibble because I sense there's sex in my future, and I don't want to be bloated.

"Tell me more about yourself, Ashley."

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything, everything. What's your favorite position to have sex in? How kinky do you get?"

I smile at that but say, "This is the type of dinner conversation that we're going to have?"

"You can share anything you want with me. I just want to keep listening to your voice. It's sexy, and I'm already sporting a semi because of it."

"You're blunt."

"I know what I want when I see it. And I always get what I want."

I want to laugh at that. The arrogance. But looking at his face I see he's not kidding. Not one little bit. I'm not sure what I can share with this man. I don't plan to ever see him again after tonight, even if he will be my first.

"I'm an artist, but I don't want to talk about myself tonight. Tell me more about this exciting night we're going to have."

He shifts in his chair. I'm guessing that was a turn-on for him.

"At some point in the night, you'll be sitting on my face while I eat you out. Then, after many, many orgasms, you'll beg me to stop, but I won't."

My pussy throbs in response to his words. Then, a silly thought comes into my head.

"What are you? A Pleasure Dom or something?"

"Something."

I almost choke on my wine. Then he smiles—a panty-melting smile that I don't think anyone can resist. I'm in so much trouble. When the server interrupts us to bring our entrees, Max tells him to box everything up to go. I gasp and see the server rush away to comply with Max's order. I guess this is the moment where I decide if I want to go with this god amongst men or keep living as a boring old virgin.

The god wins, of course, and as he pays for our meal, I can feel myself soaking my panties from how much I want this man between my legs. He gives me another one of those heated gazes and gets up once our package is ready. Then he extends his hand for me and I don't even think about it and reach for it.