where I wanted it to go.
I took another breath and kicked off my shoes before moving over to the small bar service and taking a bottle of water.
“My name's Arik.”
As I cracked the bottle open, I slid him a small smile. “Dena.”
He took a step forward, and stroked a finger down my bare arm. I noticed earlier that his hands were callused, and now the roughened pads of his fingertip felt delicious against my skin.
I shivered, feeling that heated need swelling inside me again. Deal with the practicalities first, girl. I had to admit, he was the first man who'd ever made me almost forget.
Taking a drink of water, I turned away and walked over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge before looking back at him. There was always a bit of nervousness with a new partner, adding an edge to the excitement that some people enjoyed. I actually didn't. I liked to be sure of things. I was a pretty good judge of character, but anyone who didn't have at least a bit of anxiety was either lying or an idiot.
“Are you going to go first?” I asked before I took another sip of water.
He gave me a crooked smile that made me like him even more. It was real, that smile. “My mother raised a gentleman. By all means, go ahead.”
“I snapped a picture of you,” I said without preamble, staring at him levelly. “It’s on my phone. It’s also on my cloud storage. If something happens to me, I have friends who know how to access my account.”
I waited to see if he understood what I was getting at. After all, a girl couldn't be too safe, no matter what she was into.
A grin curled his lips and he nodded. “That’s smart.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Although, just when were you able to get a picture of me?”
I touched my tongue to my lips. “I have my ways.” With a shrug, I added, “Also, my phone has password protection. Don’t try to get in it.”
He continued to smile, but a look of appreciation entered his eyes. “You really do have this all thought out.” He paused for a moment, then spoke again. “Don’t worry, I’m just looking for a sub for the night. I’m not some raving psycho, but I appreciate your candor. Once the night is over, can I assume you will delete the picture?”
More than once, I’d had men get pissed over my little speech. I only did it when I left a club with a stranger – and that didn’t happen often – but if a guy didn’t understand my need for caution, then he wasn't getting anything anyway.
“You can,” I answered. I was careful not to say more than that. I would delete the picture as I said, but not right away. I’d just wait until I was secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t turn out to be a...well, a raving psycho. A friend of mine had gotten in trouble once because she'd gone to a hotel with a man she thought was nice. He stalked her for two months before the police were able to find something to arrest him for. That’s why I was cautious.
“Noted.” His eyes slid to the bed and back to me again. “Safety concerns? Limits?”
“You will wear a condom. For everything. If you try to do anything without one, this all stops.”
“That’s a rule of mine as well.” Arik took another step toward me, absently raking a hand through carelessly tousled hair. The lighting in here was better than it had been in the club and I could see a that his hair was a rich, dark red.
Damn.
I wanted to tangle my hands in those dark, silken strands as he kissed me again.
I wanted his hands in my hair.
“I don’t do humiliation.” My voice was ragged, raspy now. I had to force myself to focus on the common sense things that had to come first. Ground rules. Had to set up the ground rules. “I enjoy submitting from time to time, but I'm not looking to be somebody’s slave or toy. Not even for a night. I don’t call anybody master.”
His voice was low, sliding over my skin like silk.
“I think we’re on the same page, Dena. Of course, I’m the one who’s looking for
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