Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Chapter Twelve
Calvin
She’s so goddamn hopeful as she looks up at me, awaiting my decision.
I think that’s what does it.
She’s asking me for the most basic level of decency—just to let her have a say in what happens
to her—and she isn’t angry about it just because she’s entitled to be. She’s sweet and soft and
flexible, offering up things that shouldn’t be on the menu for me and saying they can be, if I’ll just
compromise a little bit.
I don’t tell her that I’ve had dozens of boring sexual encounters with women before her that
included all that nice, normal stuff and it never did much for me. In fact, I don’t even like kissing—not
on the mouth, anyway.
But I do like the light of hope in her eyes. I like what she’s doing now, too. I’ve had plenty of
passion-laced kisses from women who wanted them much more than I did, but none of them moved
me even a little bit. I’m more moved by the soft, sweet, wordless pleading in those little kisses she’s
offering up, and she’s only kissing my hand.
Imagine how that would feel on my cock.
Maybe it’s not precisely what I’m into, but that doesn’t mean I won’t like it when I’m doing it
with her. I have a strong hunch I could like just about anything as long as she’s the one I’m doing it
with.
There’s also a place deep down where I know with alarming certainty that this woman isn’t like
any of the ones that have been through my revolving door. I don’t know why, it isn’t a logical thing,
but I know she’ll be around for a while. And I want her to be. And while I don’t normally date
women, I know if I want to date one, I’ll have to make some compromises.
Kissing those perfect lips of hers while my hands roam her naked, squirming body isn’t much of
a compromise, but I want an even better offer, so I don’t tip my hand.
“I’m open to it, but I have terms of my own.”
Her eyes dim a little, but she nods, eager to work with me. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”
She’s so goddamn adorable. I want to stroke her again, my treasured little pet, but I don’t. This is
negotiating time. “Regardless of how tonight ends, I want a guarantee of a third date.”
“A third date.”
“I’ll count the wedding as the first and tonight as the second. I want a third.”