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Dexter
“ L ike how?” she asks, her voice a little breathless. Those blue eyes, wide and beguiling, stay fixed on my face.
This might be a bad idea, but I have a fierce need to touch her, so I stroke her arm with a gentle finger.
Her skin is so soft and she doesn’t pull away.
“I would touch you. All over. Everywhere,” I tell her in a low voice. My finger trails along her bare arm, down her hand, circling in her palm and then back up along her inner arm.
I’m so close that I can hear her shaky inhale.
“And then I would use my mouth.” I take her hand and kiss her palm, pressing the tip of my tongue against it for a moment. “All over.” I bend down so my mouth is level with her ear, and then I gently lick the shell, breathing in her scent.
She smells delicious, like vanilla. And sugar. Like freshly made cookies.
“Have you ever been kissed on the back of your knee?” I whisper.
She shivers. It’s a full-body shiver and I’m pretty sure it’s a good sign I’ve gotten her attention. “So that’s how I would start to worship you,” I say as I draw back.
Her eyes are closed and she starts to sway toward until she catches herself. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Her blue eyes stare at me and I can see it there—hope. Indecision. And a healthy dose of fear. “Do you have your phone?” At her nod, I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Give it to me.”
When she complies, I wait for her to unlock it, then add my name to the contacts. “I’m Dexter. Call me anytime.”
“I can’t…”
“Oh, you can. Anytime. Even tonight after you get rid of talking guy. Any. Time.” I hand her phone back with a smile. And then to punctuate how serious I am, I lean down and breathe deep, before pressing a kiss on her cheek. “You smell delicious. I can’t wait to find out how you taste.”
And then I let her walk back to the table.
I can’t help but notice the shaky legs.
Taking a moment to adjust myself, as well as catch my own breath, I return to Max, who is still watching the game. I was only gone for a few minutes, enough for the inning to flip over, but not enough for Max to wonder.
It seems like it was forever.
I’ve always been the quiet one of our foursome—Max, Nick, Marcus, and me. The others have game and the ability to pick up women with casual talk and a healthy dose of flirtation. I go for sincerity, and have been told I’m a “nice” guy more time that I can count.
I have never approached a woman like that, but I’d try it again if this works out.
Then again, if it works out, I may not have to try it again.
I didn’t even get her name.
I groan to myself. This is why I don’t do things like that. I was so distracted by… by what? So distracted by a woman that I forgot to ask for her name? So careful not to scare her or act like I was about to pounce that I didn’t do the simplest thing and ask for her name?
Inner face palm.
Movement at the table catches my attention and I sit up straight as she stands up.
It looks like she’s saying goodbye. It seems like she’s leaving.
I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m watching as she heads for the door. She doesn’t look over, just a hesitant flick of her eyes and a hint of a smile.
It doesn’t mean she’s going to call, but at least I got her out of a bad date.