doesn’t press for details.
I like that. I’m used to women asking 101 questions. Cadie O’Shea continues to surprise me, and unlike my ex, I enjoy a good surprise.
“Okay then, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take you up on that toothbrush.”
She doesn’t wait for permission and makes her way to the bathroom with only one slight stagger. It appears she successfully eliminated the cause of her inebriation all over the floor by the restrooms.
I pace the room and listen to the water run. I’m not sure how to proceed. Do I go ahead and seduce her as planned or offer to take her back to her cabin? I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to be in her own space after what went down.
At last the door opens and she emerges, looking more fresh-faced, but I’m still not convinced this is the right time for a Shag Steal seduction. The idea she might blame the alcohol for her surrender doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to want me and know exactly what she’s doing. No regrets.
“Hey,” she says. “Does Robin know I’m with you?”
I’m glad I can tell her the truth. “Already taken care of. I sent Roxie a text. She’ll make sure Robin gets the message.”
I wait for her to ask me to walk her back to her suite, but she doesn’t move or speak. Instead she stands in the bathroom’s doorway, staring. Her eyes glide over me, and it hits me then that I’m still in my leather pants, and my shirt now belongs to her, leaving my chest uncovered.
If she’s going to stare at me, I’m going to stare right back. What sane man would miss the opportunity to inspect her luscious curves?
She looks damn sweet and sexy as fuck in her black suede pants. They hit right below the knee, giving me a perfect view of her sculpted calves. The fitted top’s Jolly Roger logo is like a magnet, drawing my gaze to her full breasts, which leads me to her hair. It is like a mane of crimson; the curls spiral over her shoulders and down her back. I want fuck her from behind with my fist wrapped around her long locks.
I can’t see her ass from my current viewpoint, but I’d bet good money it wiggles when slapped. I’ve pictured it plenty of times since meeting her. I’m an ass man and her bottom was made for spanking.
She surprises me again, granting me a knowing smile. “Are we going to do this?”
“Do what, Cadie Cat?” Her nickname rolls off my tongue before I can stop it.
This time she doesn’t seem to mind and takes a tentative step closer.
The animal part of me wakes up and roars. My good old lizard brain that screams fight, flight, food, or fuck is telling me to seize what’s right in front of me. Who cares if this is the ‘right time’? She’s offering herself like a virgin sacrifice, and I’m all for accepting what’s offered.
Still, the tiny piece of me that tries to act halfway human demands I ask the one question I’d rather disregard. “Are you sure? We have a trip planned for tomorrow. I want to make sure my date doesn’t stand me up if we let our lust take the lead tonight.”
She laughs and her whole face lights up. “You have a way with words. No wonder your songs are so amazing. And, yes. I’ll keep you on my schedule for tomorrow. I’m not that drunk anymore…just feeling free of inhibitions and relaxed. I know what I’m doing, or will be doing.”
It’s my turn to laugh. I’ve never met a woman who can be so damn enticing and funny at the same time, and I’ve never been worried if who I fuck at night will like me in the morning. In fact, before Cadie, I hated how women always seemed to want more the next day. As rude and distant as I would act the morning after, they refused to leave without throwing themselves at me one final time, something I find pathetic.
Cadie O’Shea isn’t like other women though. She has proven that over and over in the short time I’ve known her.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I mutter before stalking toward her and sliding my hand around her neck,
I like that. I’m used to women asking 101 questions. Cadie O’Shea continues to surprise me, and unlike my ex, I enjoy a good surprise.
“Okay then, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take you up on that toothbrush.”
She doesn’t wait for permission and makes her way to the bathroom with only one slight stagger. It appears she successfully eliminated the cause of her inebriation all over the floor by the restrooms.
I pace the room and listen to the water run. I’m not sure how to proceed. Do I go ahead and seduce her as planned or offer to take her back to her cabin? I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to be in her own space after what went down.
At last the door opens and she emerges, looking more fresh-faced, but I’m still not convinced this is the right time for a Shag Steal seduction. The idea she might blame the alcohol for her surrender doesn’t sit well with me. I want her to want me and know exactly what she’s doing. No regrets.
“Hey,” she says. “Does Robin know I’m with you?”
I’m glad I can tell her the truth. “Already taken care of. I sent Roxie a text. She’ll make sure Robin gets the message.”
I wait for her to ask me to walk her back to her suite, but she doesn’t move or speak. Instead she stands in the bathroom’s doorway, staring. Her eyes glide over me, and it hits me then that I’m still in my leather pants, and my shirt now belongs to her, leaving my chest uncovered.
If she’s going to stare at me, I’m going to stare right back. What sane man would miss the opportunity to inspect her luscious curves?
She looks damn sweet and sexy as fuck in her black suede pants. They hit right below the knee, giving me a perfect view of her sculpted calves. The fitted top’s Jolly Roger logo is like a magnet, drawing my gaze to her full breasts, which leads me to her hair. It is like a mane of crimson; the curls spiral over her shoulders and down her back. I want fuck her from behind with my fist wrapped around her long locks.
I can’t see her ass from my current viewpoint, but I’d bet good money it wiggles when slapped. I’ve pictured it plenty of times since meeting her. I’m an ass man and her bottom was made for spanking.
She surprises me again, granting me a knowing smile. “Are we going to do this?”
“Do what, Cadie Cat?” Her nickname rolls off my tongue before I can stop it.
This time she doesn’t seem to mind and takes a tentative step closer.
The animal part of me wakes up and roars. My good old lizard brain that screams fight, flight, food, or fuck is telling me to seize what’s right in front of me. Who cares if this is the ‘right time’? She’s offering herself like a virgin sacrifice, and I’m all for accepting what’s offered.
Still, the tiny piece of me that tries to act halfway human demands I ask the one question I’d rather disregard. “Are you sure? We have a trip planned for tomorrow. I want to make sure my date doesn’t stand me up if we let our lust take the lead tonight.”
She laughs and her whole face lights up. “You have a way with words. No wonder your songs are so amazing. And, yes. I’ll keep you on my schedule for tomorrow. I’m not that drunk anymore…just feeling free of inhibitions and relaxed. I know what I’m doing, or will be doing.”
It’s my turn to laugh. I’ve never met a woman who can be so damn enticing and funny at the same time, and I’ve never been worried if who I fuck at night will like me in the morning. In fact, before Cadie, I hated how women always seemed to want more the next day. As rude and distant as I would act the morning after, they refused to leave without throwing themselves at me one final time, something I find pathetic.
Cadie O’Shea isn’t like other women though. She has proven that over and over in the short time I’ve known her.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I mutter before stalking toward her and sliding my hand around her neck,
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