“That sounds exciting. I’ve never really gone on a trip to shoot, not with the types of things I like to do. I just set up my equipment and see what I can find around the house. I once took a beautiful picture of bread mold.” I regretted telling him that the minute I said it, and my cheeks reddened again. I didn’t want him to think I was a total photo nerd.
“That sounds interesting, actually. I like people who find beauty in the most unsuspecting places.” His words were a comfort, and suddenly I didn’t feel so silly after all.
“Thanks. You’d be surprised of the colors.” I lifted my free hand and cupped it full of water, releasing it across my breasts.
“Is your bath cooling down? Bubbles all gone?” His voice was so sensual; he made the word ‘bubbles’ sound amazing.
“I didn’t have any bubbles, but yeah, it’s cooling down. This old place I’m living in doesn’t have a shower. So, I get to bathe in the claw foot.” I realized I was steering the conversation away from photography and I didn’t need him focused on my naked body. Another lick of heat coiled deep in my tummy to call me a liar.
I wanted him focused on me. Every bare, unclothed inch of me.
I was torn. I didn’t want to come off like a total slut, but part of me wanted to follow the path he was trying to lead me down.
“Hmm, that sounds nice, but I prefer it standing up in the shower,” he said, his voice dropping.
My breath caught in my throat and a jolt of electricity went straight to my pussy. “Why don’t you send me another picture,” I suggested, my voice low and full of need. Who was I right now? As I waited for him to take his photo and send it, I thought about what to send him. The ping revealed a picture of his headboard. The wrought-iron posts were lined with big fluffy pillows in ivory silk cases. I imagined my hands wrapped around those posts, holding on for dear life as he fucked me. “Very nice.”
“Thank you. What are you going to send me?” He asked suggestively and then went quiet as I took a picture and sent it.
“Mmmm, I’ve always had a thing for nice feet. Have you ever had someone suck on your toes?” he asked, and another jolt went through me, my need mounting, and my pussy beginning to throb.
Another ping sounded before I could answer, and the picture was of him, giving me a seductive stare. He was shirtless, with the perfect amount of chest hair that matched his stubbly chin. The tattoos on his chest were mesmerizing. I could stare at them all day and I wanted to rub my fingers over top of them.
“You’re very handsome. But I’m sure you get that all the time.” I hated that I couldn’t be more creative, but it was better than asking him what a guy like him was doing on the dating site in the first place. He could have any woman he wanted.
“Actually, not really.” He moaned, and I had to wonder what he was doing, but then he cleared his throat.
“Do you really like Loving Cup coffee?” I wondered if it had been a line.
“I do, and I think I saw you in there before.” I heard a sound of shuffling and wondered if he was standing up.
“Really?” I felt that rush of panic again as his words registered. “I will admit that it’s a little freaky you know where I work.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I should have been smarter about that and not made you worry. I won’t go down there and bug you or anything. You’re safe.”
“What if I want you to come down there and bug me?”
Seriously, what the fuck was that?
This was not how I usually talked to someone I barely knew. Tate was definitely bringing something out in me.
His low laughter caused another wave of warmth to course through me. “What about meeting up for dinner?”
“That would be nice.” I couldn’t believe I’d scored my first date with what had to be the hottest man on the dating site. “When would you like to meet up?”
“Well, the evening is still young, how about we meet up tonight?”
I hesitated for just a moment before saying, “Ok, sure.”
God, please don’t let him be a serial killer.
“How about I meet you at your work, and we go from there?” he asked.
I appreciated that he didn’t ask to pick me up where I lived. “Sounds good, how about seven?”
“Perfect,” he purred. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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