“No, really. The time we’ve been taking to get to know one another. Rayna, as I’ve said previously, I am a complicated man, one with many layers. I’ve noticed you haven’t tried to pull any of them back and expose what I’m not ready to reveal as of yet. I love women but hate dating. I feel like I’m getting too old for that shit. Until you.” His eyes intensely bounced between mine in search of my soul.
I simply sat and listened as he continued. “I haven’t been on the market for long. As a matter of fact, no one really knows that I’m on the market because I haven’t been putting myself out there. Partly because when women think I’m available, they try to come with the games and all the bullshit that comes along with trying to shine and take advantage of me. But you’ve been different; although I’ve thrown a few lavish gifts your way you’ve never asked for or expected anything. You’ve been, more or less, riding like a soldier. Like I told you recently, that’s all I need right now,” he said oh so smoothly.
“But why…why do you gift me the way that you do? I’m just curious.” I was still wary about accepting it.
“Because you make it fun.” I wore a look of confusion.
“I can tell you’re not in it for this shit and I’ve always wanted a woman who I can…woo. You make me want to woo you, Rayna.” This was getting more personal. Shit. Woo me? I was so not good at these types of moments.
“Thanks for the gift. Now when am I going to get my dessert?” My words were purposefully salacious as I eyed the cheesecake. He picked it up, delved into it with the fork, and fed me a piece. It was delectable and I made no secret of it when I moaned. The familiar taste dawned on me.
“Where’d you get this from? It has a distinct taste.” My mind was running a mile a minute. Then it came to me. When O used to flip, during our trips to New York we’d travel over to Junior’s in Brooklyn for food and I always came home with a slice of cheesecake. “I hate to pry but where were you yesterday?”
He chuckled with bashful eyes and I immediately knew why when he answered, “Brooklyn.” Azmir had been thinking about me, preplanning this night. I could only be left to wonder if he was planning to take this affair to the next level. Did I no longer have to ask for sex?
“I knew it!” I said excitedly.
I took a piece of the cake onto my index finger and put it to his mouth. His irresistible mouth that I’d come to anticipate all over me. He nibbled on it until the chunks were reduced to cream and with every swish of his tongue, those trustee currents zapped through my body. Before he could lick every morsel off my finger, I leaned towards him and helped. Instantaneously our tongues met and we were caught up in lechery again. This time, I thought to myself, no more interruptions.
I pulled away. With my heart pounding through my chest, I fought through pride and fear. I had to be sure of what was coming. I wanted him and I needed to know if he wanted me, too. “Are you going to make me beg?”
The softest grin crested upon his gorgeous face. “I never said you had to beg, Ms. Brimm. I said I wouldn’t fuck you until you made it clear that you wanted me to.”