I find myself squealing with shock. “Why did you do that?” I question.

“So I could do this.” His hand slides slowly up my legs along my inner thigh.

I lean back on the bar. “You’re perfect,” he whispers.

He lifts me a little pushing my dress over my bum. I look directly into his eyes, mesmerised by his desire. His head moves towards me, his lips meeting mine, his tongue entering my mouth, and his hand softly tugging my hair.

“Mmm.”

He releases me. “Mmm, indeed.” He pauses. “You’re so beautiful.”

I move closer to him, placing my lips on his. I want him. I need him.

His hand goes around my back, pulling me even tighter to his rock hard body, while his other hand slides up and down my thigh. I am glad I am not wearing any tights. His lips leave mine, moving down the nape of my neck in slow, little intense butterfly kisses. I reach forward, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the structure of his body and anticipating the vision of what is under the shirt.

I slide his shirt off his shoulders, getting to see the man under the clothes—the bulging muscles of his arms, a toned six pack, and a hair-free chest. Just wow. I notice a tribal tattoo on the top of his right arm, and as I glance to the other side, I spot another tribal design that winds completely around his left arm. I want to explore this man and find any more tattoos he has. He looks straight at me. His eyes light up and a huge smile covers his face. He moves his hand through his hair before placing both at the bottom of my dress and pulling it down off of me.

“Wow, babe you’re going to kill me,” he whispers into my ear, slowly tugging on the bottom of it.

I let my hands slide down his body to his belt, undoing it with one hand.

“Plenty of practice, I see,” he whispers, unclipping my black lace bra with his hand.

I feel myself start to blush. I hope he doesn’t think I am some kind of slut. His lips fall down my neck and onto my chest, his mouth wraps around my nipple, and his other hand caresses the curve of my back.

“Mmm.” I have not felt like this in years.

He looks directly at me before leaning me farther back over the bar. Moving with me, he reaches behind my head, and I hear something I’m not sure of. “Ice, babe. It’s getting hot in here,” he says, placing the ice just below my breasts and letting it slide down my stomach. His tongue follows the trail the ice leaves behind.

He stops at my navel, slowly placing his hand under my bum, lifting it up and pushing down my thong. “Oh wow.” I feel the heat rise through me.

Taking the ice in his mouth, he follows down my stomach before placing it on my clit. The coldness is such a shock that I jump from the intense feeling it creates. Oh man. I feel him slowly slide a finger inside me and withdraw it.

He lifts his head, taking the ice with him. “Are you okay?” He questions. I nod. He glides a finger inside me again, sliding it in and out, and then adding another finger, teasing me with each withdrawal. I moan. He rubs my clit with his thumb, and I begin to feel the intensity building inside me. He leans towards me, places his lips on mine, and kisses me deep and hard.

I feel the buildup of tension before the orgasm washes over me. He carries on thrusting his fingers deep inside me. His lips slowly come off mine, and his eyes twinkle. “Oh babe, I’m so happy right now,” he whispers. I start to regain my senses and try to sit up on the bar as he removes his fingers from inside me.

“Oh no, you don’t, babe. I’m not finished yet.” He winks.

“I hope you’re not, but I want to get my mouth on that cock of yours,” I say.

“Oh, you can any day, babe. But, I want to get you in my bed where I can have you and not worry about anything.”

I nod, “Okay then.” This will be the first time I have slept with anyone other than Rich. He was my first. I never intended for this to happen, but I feel alive for the first time in years.

I reach for my bra. “No, you don’t, babe. Pop this on, only.” He passes me his shirt.

I do as he says and place it on, buttoning it up fully. I watch Warren collect my clothes and lay them on the bar beside me.

“Here babe,” he says, lowering me from the bar. I can’t believe how strong he is. He grabs my clothes and bag and walks beside me to the door.

“I can’t go outside dressed like this,” I state, looking at him towering above me.

“You can, babe. My car is just to the side of the door.” He points to the door. “I have a jacket in the car that you can add to your sexy outfit if you want.”

I take a deep breath and walk out the door. It is all dark and quiet with no lights or sound anywhere. There is a car to the left-hand side of the door. “That one?” I question.

“Yes, babe.”

I walk over towards the passenger side. Warren unlocks the doors as he walks towards the car. I slide into it, admiring the leather seats. It must be a posh car. He throws my clothes in the back seat then starts the engine as some slow romantic music starts playing.

“Oh, a romantic man, I see.” I look over towards him.

“It’s the radio, but I don’t mind romance if it comes with spice.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. Your spice.”