“No. It’s not.” She discreetly nipped his earlobe, holding it for a second between her teeth before letting go. At the same time, she slid her hand up the inside of his thigh, reached his groin and cupped him gently, massaging his balls with her fingers as she traced his length with her thumb. “The evidence would suggest you enjoyed watching me dance, Mr. Miller.”
Isaac shifted in his seat. Shivers ran through him when she laughed, her hot breath washing over his ear and neck and down the edge of his collar. His cock swelled even more, and Isaac began to wish away all the pub patrons.
He twisted in his seat just enough that he could put his cheek next to hers and speak into her ear. “Rachel.” Gently taking her wrist, he stilled her hand. “You’re going to make it impossible to leave without causing a scene.”
Her breath caught as his chest rubbed against her nipples. “So, it seems, are you.”
“What do you suggest?”
She traced the tip of her tongue along the outer shell of his ear. “A brazen, unapologetic...rapid exit.”
“I’m good with that.”
“To the hotel?”
“Unless you truly want to cause a scene, yes.”
“Where’s your driver?”
“Gone for the night. We’re just a couple blocks from the hotel.”
“Hurry.”
The need in her voice made him want to stand on the tabletop and beat his chest like a maniac. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Heady stuff, that.
He slid out of the booth and was amused when she cleverly angled herself in front of him so that the bulk of her coat hid the majority of his groin. She reached back and draped his arm over her shoulder to keep him close as they worked their way to the exit, she shouting goodbyes to her new acquaintances and receiving hearty farewells in return. They spilled out onto the sidewalk, the voices and music from the pub growing muffled as the heavy door shut with awhumpbehind them.
“Which way?” she asked as she looked first left and then right.
“Right.” He turned her and pointed. “See the bright light? That’s where we’re headed.” He took a step toward the hotel and stopped, looked back and held out his hand.
Rachel looked from his face to his hand and back, clearly confused.
He waggled his ungloved hand. “C’mon.”
She took his hand in her own, laced her fingers through his without comment, and they started toward Isaac’s favorite Dublin hotel.
The rain fell softer now, but it was still their steady companion as they made their way down Dublin’s busy sidewalks, past more well-lit pubs brimming with Saturday-night revelers and darkened storefronts locked up tight.
Isaac held her hand without comment, but his insides warred. He knew he was treading a line that threatened to trip him up. And if he fell? He was screwed.
He wasn’t stupid. Rachel would want more. She would deserve more. And he simply didn’t have it to give.
So he would enjoy this weekend and, as planned, say farewell when they returned to the States early Monday morning. He’d return to his life, she’d return to hers and they’d have this weekend to look back on. Fond memories, but nothing more.
But what if...?
The forming thought made Isaac miss a step, and he actually stumbled.
Rachel tightened her grip and grabbed his elbow with her free hand. “Little too much to drink, Isaac?” she asked with a broad grin.
“Must’ve.” It was all he could come up with.
Because no. No, no, no. No what-ifs.
But...
He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what it would be like to change “goodbye” into “see you later.” As in, later in the week. Or later in the day. Something. Anything other than a shake of hands and quick buss on the cheek and a permanent parting of ways.