He was in the right mood to give the tickets to the next passerby and take her back to his house immediately. But he was worried that his uncontrolled desire for her would scare her and make her retreat. He couldn’t risk it. Not after he had screwed up that night.
“Sir, we’re here,” Darrell said as the car came to a stop.
Isabella watched Samson intently as he helped her out of the car like the perfect gentleman, almost as if the few minutes of erotic play hadn’t happened. He was deadly sexy, and the touch of his fingers on her lips had aroused her more than she would want anybody to know. If a simple touch did that to her, she’d be heading for the abyss shortly.
She could barely believe how bold she’d been in the car. She wasn’t normally the type to go after a man, but all her inhibitions had gone out the window as soon as he’d fed her the first piece of sushi.
Potentially the whole situation could have been embarrassing, especially if he had withdrawn his fingers.
As Samson led her through the crowd, his hand rested possessively on the small of her back. It was a commonly accepted gesture for a date, but after what they’d shared in the car, it felt more sexual than anything-and she didn’t want to change a thing about it.
They were seated in the middle rows of the orchestra with a great view of the stage. His shoulder brushed against hers as they sat next to each other. He reached over to hand her the playbill. Their hands touched as she took it, and it sent a wave of fire through her core, low in her belly. She’d never met anybody who could send such sensations through her body with a simple touch. She couldn’t look at him for fear he would see in her face how aroused she was.
“I hope you’ll enjoy this.” he said, and She felt his whisper close to her ear and wasn’t sure he meant the show.
Or was she the only one with a one-track mind? She turned to him to try to read him. No, she wasn’t the only one. The wicked glint in his eyes confirmed it.
“I think I will.” she replied.
His mouth was only a couple of inches from hers. How easy it would be to kiss him.
“I’ll make sure of that.” came his response.
She would hold him to his promise. The house lights dimmed, and slowly the chatter of the audience ceased. Everything went quiet in anticipation. She could almost feel the electricity prickle between them, when she suddenly felt his hand on hers. The sexiest man she’d ever met was holding hands with her in the dark of a theater. The touch conjured up images of hot, steamy sex, and she felt her body temperature spike as a result.
Samson kept holding her hand during the entire first act and only released it when there was occasion to clap. She noticed him looking at her from the side several times, but she didn’t return his gaze. She was too worried her good manners would desert her like the rats leaving a sinking ship, and she’d jump his bones right there in the theater. She didn’t need or want an audience for what she wanted to do with him.
When the lights came up for intermission, he let go of her hand.
“It’s gotten warm in here.” She fanned her face with her hands.
“Downright hot. Would you like a drink?”
What she needed was to splash some water onto her face before she spontaneously combusted. Or maybe a cold shower to douse the flames she felt shooting through her belly.
“That would be great.”
They got up and made their way through the crowd toward the bar. Samson was right behind her, his hand on her waist guiding her in front of him. When she reached a bottleneck at the door, she stopped abruptly, unable to get any farther. His body suddenly molded itself to her back. His chest felt strong and hard, and his hand, which had rested on her waist, now slid around her stomach to hold her close to him.
“I guess we’re stuck here for a little while.”
Despite his comment, he appeared unconcerned about the hold-up. His hand lay intimately low on her stomach, his fingers leisurely tracing the seam of her panties through her skirt. Subtly she pressed her body into his and felt the rigid outline of his erection against her lower back. His hand on her stomach held her in place so she couldn’t rub herself against him any further. Had he noticed what she was doing?
“Belle, we’ll have to be patient.” he said.
She felt his warm breath on her neck and his lips almost brush her skin. His words told her he’d caught her naughty movements and knew exactly what she was up to. Why didn’t she feel embarrassed about her brazen behavior?
“Patience is overrated, don’t you think?” she replied
Her retort elicited a chuckle from him, but he didn’t release her from the intimate position she was locked into. On the contrary, it felt as if he pulled her closer into him, or was his erection growing? His fingers seemed to slip slightly lower, provocatively pressing against the top of her mound.
“I’m sorry, are you getting too hot?” His voice sounded almost innocent, when his hands were anything but.
“I like it warm.”
None of the other theatergoers could see his response to her admission, but Isabella could feel it. And oh, she was tired of waiting. She knew that she wanted this man, and she was beginning to feel like she would explode with need for him. Screw the second act. She pressed her back against him even more, rubbing her butt against the hard ridge between his legs.
“I have got a better idea” she said, “Let’s skip the remaining part of the show and go some place…. preferably your place… If that’s okay with you”
Samson breathed deeply. If it was okay with him….. Of course it was damn okay with him. He leaned closer, letting his lips graze her ear lobe as he whispered, “I was beginning to think you’d never ask”