She was very open in her assessment of me. Her eyes held mine for a few moments before traveling down my body and back up again. I wasn't used to such brazen behavior in a woman and I found myself feeling exposed and a little uncomfortable.
Until she licked her lips and smiled. Then I felt something quite the opposite…and I suddenly wanted her to feel it as well.
Walking toward me, she appeared almost cat-like in her movements. She stopped in front of me and I could have sworn I heard her purr. Even her eyes looked feline: almond-shaped and a strange amber-yellow color, flecked with brown. When her hand connected with my chest, I backed up a bit, startled at the firmness of her touch.
We still had not uttered a word to each other and all I wanted to do was find a dark hallway, push her against the wall and fuck her senseless. She must have had a similar thought, because she began to ease me backward to the dimly-lit recesses of the rear of the club.
Figuring an introduction might be polite, I spoke out. "Hi, I'm Edward."
Brilliant, I thought. So much for impressing her with fancy rhetoric.
"Edward," she repeated in a low, throaty voice that made me even harder than I thought was physically possible. My back hit the wall and her hand went straight to my crotch, grabbing my cock through my jeans and squeezing hard.
"Oh Christ," I muttered as she grabbed my neck and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me hard and all reasonable thought flew out my head.
After a few minutes of tongue-wrestling, groping and cock-stroking, I had to break away or I was going to come in my pants—and I still didn't know her name.
"Wait, hold on a sec," I panted. "You never told me your name. I would really like to know."
She looked at me curiously before leaning in to lick my neck.
"I'll tell you my name on one condition," she said. "Let me pleasure you tonight. I can make you feel so very good, I promise."
Pleasure me? All night? How could I refuse such a selfless offer?
"Your place or mine?" I asked, reaching around to grab her ass, too turned on to care that I had just delivered that cheesy line.
"Yours," she replied. With a final squeeze of my aching cock, she pulled away, taking me by the hand and leading me out the door.
We were silent as we walked the short distance to my car. I opened the passenger door for her and before she sat down, she turned to me and flashed a wicked smile, exposing the whitest, most perfect set of teeth I had ever seen.
"Isabella. My name is Isabella. Now get in the fucking car and drive."