(Note: If you missed part 1, it can be found here. -- PB)
"Charmed, I'm sure," you smiled, a slight blush coloring your pale cheeks. Lightly dusted with freckles, I noticed -- a detail I hadn't seen from across the room. It was that smile that really had my heart pounding, though -- that was a pure go-to-the-devil smile if ever I saw one. It promised chaos, sang of sin, hinted at delectable events yet to come. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste you.
"How's that?" I managed, pulling free of the threads you were already weaving around me. "You're sure I'll charm you, or you're already charmed?"
"Oh, now, that would be telling," you purred. "Why don't you just take me" -- and there was a long slow pause as you and I both savored the phrase -- "away from here, and we'll see what develops?" Again that long slow smile, warm, inviting, rich and decadent as pure dark chocolate.
"I knew you were a smart woman," I agreed. "All right. My car's nearby; would you care to follow me?"
"Follow?" You seemed puzzled. "What with? I had a friend drop me off tonight. My car's back at my place." You stretched again, relishing the way I gazed at your breasts as your arms squeezed them together. Stunning cleavage.
I quirked an eyebrow. "How were you planning on getting home again, then?"
A silvery chuckle and a very direct look were my answer. "You're not always this slow, are you?" Gray eyes blinked at me, calculating, challenging.
I grinned in admiration. Minx! I thought, yet again. "I guess that also answers the question of where we're off to. You'll need to give me a few directions, though."
"Oh, of course," you agreed. "I'll always be sure to give you any feedback you might want." And licked your lips.
Oh, this is going to be a very interesting night indeed. "As I was saying..." I said, and steered you across the room and out the door.
The drive to your place was oddly quiet. That same electric tension that had built up as I stalked across the room to your side seemed still in effect. Every movement we made, every word spoken, every sultry glance, seemed curiously charged, fraught with meaning. Or perhaps it was the way we were still dueling with each other. I "accidentally" brushed my fingertips across your leg as I dropped my hand from the gearshift; you motioned a direction change and my gaze lingered on the curl of your fingers as they crooked in invitation. You shifted periodically in your seat, legs crossing and uncrossing; when I asked if you were comfortable, you said only "Quite comfortable," and smiled secretly.
We pulled up outside a very nice flat. "Yours?" I inquired, and you nodded. "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." I parked nearby, and came around to help you out of the car, only to have you stumble as you stood up and fall full length into my arms. I should have been suspicious -- where was the grace and poise I'd seen from you for weeks? -- but at the time I was too intoxicated by the delicious warmth as your body pressed against mine. I heard a faint "mmm" deep in your throat, and could have sworn that you wriggled very slightly against me; in response, I tightened my arms around you, bending down. Your face turned up, your eyes fluttered, closed. Your lips, full and red, parted sulkily, begged to meet mine. Closer I bent. One hand slid down your back, to the hollow just above where your ass began, and pressed firmly there.
I bent my face closer still, my lips scant inches from yours. A pause, for long breaths, relishing your curves, your softness pressed against me. I liked the way you fitted with me. "Not here," I sighed. "I want privacy for what I'm going to do to you."
Your eyes flickered open, locked with mine. "Yes," you sighed, just as softly. And again: "Yes."
(Part 3 can be found here, in much more detail. This is the payoff you were hoping for, folks.)