“Want me to show you around?” I ask him.
“Absolutely,” he says and we venture off. My house isn’t huge, but it’s a modest size and I worked my ass off to get it. Thankfully, it all came together during a time in my life when I needed it most. Things with Alex had just fallen apart and this was my saving grace. I needed a move-in ready nest to be my safe place.
“I love your home,” Nate says as we come back to the kitchen.
“Thanks,” I tell him ogling him a little, too. “Wanna eat?” I ask snapping out of my fantasy.
“Sure, I brought Italian, I hope that’s okay?”
“It’s great. I told you, I love all food.”
“You really have no favorites though?” he asks, as I pull out a few plates.
“No, I really do love everything. It sounds crazy, but I can’t think of anything that I don’t like.”
Nate opens the to-go containers, and right away the smell invades my senses. He keeps looking at me and not just in my eyes, but he’s scanning my body, like he’s mentally fucking me right here.
“Do you want to eat outside or in?” I ask, trying to sound completely normal, but that look he keeps giving me is making me feel far from normal. It’s making me hot, very hot, and turned on.
What Nate so easily does to my body and my mind is something that I’ve never experienced with anyone. It makes me hopeful that things with him could be different.
“Outside is cool with me,” he says.
We make our plates, then put the extra food in the oven before heading outside. Nate somehow juggles both his plate and wine in one hand and slides the door open for me. We sit to eat, both of us locking eyes on the other. I can tell that neither of us are in the mood for our dinner. Nate’s eyes keep looking me up and down. Clearly, he wants what he wants. It’s one of the many qualities that I like about him, that he’s not afraid to hide what he’s into. Struggling to not jump into things too quickly, I make a lame attempt to start a normal conversation.
“Did I tell you I talked to the other realtor about your closing date?”
He shakes his head shoveling a huge bite of food into his mouth.
“It looks like we can close on the 13th of the month.”
“Damn, that’s fast. Thank you, El.”
I try to stop myself from blushing when he calls me El. “Is your mom happy that you got the place?”
He nods his head taking a drink of his wine. His strong hand wraps all the way around the glass.
“Yeah she is, but is that really what you want to talk about tonight?”
I set my fork down, knowing that I can no longer eat. My heart is pounding, rushing blood throughout my body. I really don’t want to talk about work, or his house. I want to talk about why he’s here and what tonight is really going to be about. But how do I do that, when I’m scared of saying the wrong things? Dating or whatever we are doing is all new to me again; I just don’t know how to be.
Leaning back in my chair, I watch him eat while I sip my wine. He’s content with me not answering him, and in this moment it gives me time to think. We both know why he’s here. You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife, so I take a deep breath and follow my gut. No more talking, or thinking, or mind fucking. Automatically, my hand moves to my dress and I unbutton the top button. His eyes follow my hand, carefully watching what I am doing.
He drops his fork and wipes his face with his napkin. “Do it again,” he demands.
“You first,” I challenge him, but he shakes his head and moves his hand to his pants where his very apparent cock is straining to be free. He grabs a hold of it through the rough fabric of his jeans and moves his hand. Watching him touch himself like this sparks me to move. So I obey and slowly slip the soft black fabric of each button off, until finally, I’m at the last one. I glance around, but as usual there is no one in the yards on either side of me and behind my house is open space.
“Stand up.”
I do as he asks, pulling the fabric to the sides of my body so he can see me. Granted, I still have a bra and panties on, but clearly he’s into what he sees. Exhaling loudly he says, “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” I respond and he gestures me to him. I comply, stopping when my thigh touches his. He licks his lips as if he wants to eat me.
“I’m going to touch you, okay?”