Page 6 of Midnight Heat

A spark of electricity passes between us and we both look at each other in surprise. I blush, lower my eyes, and let him guide me out of the restaurant. Out on the street, there's a car waiting for us. I don't know when he even had time to call a rideshare, but he ushered me into the vehicle and then came in after me.

A little part of me is annoyed when he tells the driver his address instead of the customary 'your place or mine?' but I sort of like this dominance thing. Besides, I don't really want him to know where I live. The car starts moving along, and he puts his hand on my thigh. His big hand is heavy and warm on my leg, and I wonder how he will react when he reaches my wet panties.

The silence in the car is deafening, but the driver must have read my mind because he turns the radio on to some rock station. This makes me bolder, so I put my hand on top of Max's and guide him further up my thigh. I keep my eyes looking forward towards the road, but I feel his gaze on me. I'm breathing hard because of how turned on I am. Then I feel his warm breath on my ear.

"Ashley, if we don't stop, I'm going to fuck you right in this cab in front of this driver."

I shiver, but I understand the warning. Because I wouldn't stop him if he took me in this back seat, and I don't really want that to be my first time. Should I even tell him I'm a virgin? There's no right moment for a declaration like that. Plus, I've been acting a little bit like a slut during the brief time that we've known one another.

His hand is still on my thigh, so I pull it off and intertwine my fingers with his, and set our hands in between us. He squeezes my hand, and I venture a peek at his face. Desire is etched all over it, and my pussy throbs once more. We stay like that for the longest ride of the century. However, when we get to the address he gave the driver, I almost gasp once again. It's not a house, not really. It's more like a mansion. A McMansion—or a MaxMansion.

I guess the VIP lounge really carries VIPs. This guy must be loaded, and I'm slightly uncomfortable with that. But then, I'm making assumptions about him. It could be a rental or belong to a friend. Stop being so judgmental, Anne.

Max gets out and reaches inside for me. I take his hand again tonight and realize that every time I take his hand, it is a sort of consent. Does that bother me? I've already decided that I want my first time to be with this stranger. What concerns me is that he's a bit larger than life, especially now that I've seen where he lives. At the same time, his touch puts me at ease. I've never felt that before with any of the men I've dated.

When we go inside, I expect him to pounce on me, but he doesn't. He keeps hold of my hand and takes me to his living room, which is absolutely gorgeous. It's like an interior designer threw up on this place—or, at least, what I can see of it from where I'm standing. This all just speaks of money, and lots of it. I'm starting to feel a little self-conscious when he doesn't say anything, but then I dare look up at him.

His eyes are blazing with heat, and it takes me aback. I gulp, and all I can think about is how this man is going to eat me alive. And I'm going to let him. My throat feels dry and my hands start to feel slightly clammy. The only part of me that's cooperating is my pussy. It's throbbing with need. Max comes closer to me. His body radiates heat like a furnace, and he puts his hands on my face.

He's so gentle that you'd think he wasn't really that wild animal about to attack. But he is. His first words to me since we got to his home are raw and very direct.

"I need you naked."

He strokes my lower lip with his thumb, making me tremble. I want to do a little striptease for him, but I'm not that bold, so I just start lifting up my dress, slowly revealing every bit of me. My underwear is lacy, sexy, and see-through, I made sure of that. When the dress is off, he just takes this deep breath and looks at me from top to bottom.

"Perfection."

I move to take my bra off, but he stops me.

"Leave your underwear on. I want us to play for a little bit."

"Only a little bit?"

"If you take those off, kitten, I'm going to fuck you against the wall, fast and hard."

"Maybe I want that."

I'm not sure I want that, but the words come out of my mouth before I can consider what response I will get from a bold statement like that.

"You don't know what you're asking. I haven't been with anyone…" He hesitates, "in a long time."

For a moment, I see pain reflected in his eyes, but it quickly disappears. Then he's back to being feral. I feel a little vulnerable, so I wrap my arms around myself.

"None of that, kitten. Don't hide from me."

He sits down on the couch and pulls me down with him. Having all of his attention like this is a little overwhelming, but then I remember that I wanted to take the bull by the horns, and I reach over to kiss him. He turns his face just in time to avoid my lips and starts kissing my neck and teasing my breasts through the lace of my bra.

His warm breath against my skin is melting my special place, soaking the gusset of my panties. My nipples are starting to get hard with the attention that's been given to them, and I reach out to him. I grab his shirt and hang on to him. I think it's kind of hot that I'm undressed, and he's not. I pull at his shirt so that he's closer to me, and I feel his hand going down my stomach to my panties.

He teases the top of my panties but doesn't move to take them off. Then he pushes my legs apart and cups my pussy.

"Kitten, you're soaked. Is this all for me?"

"Yes." I barely manage to get out.

He teases me through the lace and my hips start rolling up, trying to get more pressure between my legs.

"Ah, my beautiful kitten, you want more, don't you?"