Slow Seduction by Marie Rochelle Page A

window. Where in the hell had he brought her?
    “Patience, sweetheart.”
    Getting out of the car, Clinton went around and opened passenger door for her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out then closed the door. “Close your eyes.”
    “Mmmm…I don’t know about this,” she mumbled.
    “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.
    She closed her eyes and stuck out her hand for him to take. “I trust you Clinton.” Maybe more than I should , she thought. “Come on, I want to experience this amazing date you keep talking about. You know the night isn’t getting any younger.”
    Clasping their hands,
Clinton
pulled her from the car and lifted her into his arms. Shocked, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” she gasped.
    “Taking you on our first date,” he chuckled.
    It seemed like
Clinton
carried her forever, but when he finally put her down on was on a soft piece of material, she could hear water out in a distance and feel the wind brushing her bare arms. “
Clinton
, where are we?”
    She could sense
Clinton
standing in front of her, but she couldn’t see him because her eyes were still closed. She wouldn’t open them until he told her too. This was his surprise, so she didn’t want to ruin it.
    “Open your eyes.”
    Cracking open one eye slowly, Jenisha was shocked by the beautiful vision in front of her. She quickly opened the other eye. She was on a blanket at the beach and surrounded by a candlelight dinner for two. “How in the world did you do this? I can’t believe it. This is the sweetest thing a man has ever done for me.”
    Hearing music, she glanced over to see a man playing guitar a few feet away. “Where did he come from?”
    Squatting down, Clinton laid his fingers on her lips. “Stop asking so many questions, sweetheart, so I can answer them,” he said with a smile. “I planned this the same night you agreed to have dinner with me. I wanted our first date to be intimate without a lot of people around bothering us.”
    His lips brushed against her when he spoke again. “If there have been other men in your life, I want to make you forget their names.”
    “How are you going to be the man I remember forever?” she questioned, loving their verbal foreplay.
    “That’s an easy one,” he smirked. “With a little slow seduction, everything I do will be to capture your mind and body.”
    Kissing him on the lips, she whispered, “Mr. Campbell, you are off to a very good start.”
    *
    After eating their delicious meal, Clinton helped Jenisha stand up while he cleaned up the dinner remains and put them in a picnic basket. Jenisha wrapped her arms around her waist. Staring up at the starlit sky, she prayed this moment wasn’t a dream as Clinton placed his arms around her.
    “What has put that look on your breathtaking face?”
    “I was praying this wasn’t a dream, and if it was, I didn’t want to wake up.”
    Spinning her around, Clinton kissed her, slowly making her realize he was a flesh and bone man. “Does it still feel like a dream?” he breathed in her ear.
    She ran her tongue across her lips, tasting him. “No, I know you are very real.”
    Squeezing her tight, he said, “Good. Now, let’s not let good music go to waste.”
    Pulling her further into his strong arms, Clinton danced with her for the next hour. She loved how warm and protected she felt in his arms. If she wasn’t careful she would fall hard for the delicious smelling man holding her so close to his body. She rested her against his chest and got lost in the moment.
    A while later Clinton rubbed his hands up and down her back. “Baby, I think its best we leave.”
    Lifting her head from his shoulder, she nodded. “Okay, let’s get out of here.” She hated for the night to end. This date was more than anything she expected it to be.
    Clinton walked her back to the car. After he got her safely inside, he went back and paid this guitarist. She sat inside the car with a huge grin plastered