with Cassie. She wouldn't have let him do it anyway.
"Lights are going on, I see. " Rangi sounded amused. "Tell me what you're thinking."
I've heard a bit about what submissives have to go through," she replied, cautiously. "No interest myself."
But he clearly did. His eyes glinted, and in a flash of insight she knew about Briar. God, she was naive. She should have understood instantly what the photograph portrayed.
"I don't believe many people get to experience their nature until in the presence of their opposite," he said. "Cassandra, you bring out feelings in me I haven't had since I was with Briar.
She hugged herself. Suddenly she had goosebumps.
"Tell me about your past boyfriend," he said. "How come you split up."
She was pleased he'd stopped focusing on her. But where did she begin?
"Pete didn't want to take responsibility for stuff; he had an ok job, but he didn't want to choose what we did or where we went. He even got me to pick his clothes for him."
She knew she sounded exasperated; the feeling had been constant during the last few months.
"Rangi, I didn't want to organize his life. You know, I would have been happy if he'd organized a few things for me."
"And in bed?"
Cassie pushed her plate away. The fish had been delicious. "Are you trying to embarrass me?"
Rangi shook his head slowly. "A lot of people don't understand what their partner wants. But the secret to great sex is knowing what turns you on, and having a partner who understands, and won't judge you for it. Whatever it is.
She decided to be direct. " Do you want to get me into bed?"
A slow smile surfaced on his face and grew wider until all his teeth were visible. It seemed she'd flushed him out.
"Cassandra, I don't force myself on people. Do you feel I've forced you in any way? Tonight, sure, that was somewhat of an ambush. But you got in my truck, and didn't ask me to turn around. And so far it's only dinner.
So far?
"The question you need answered isn't whether I want to have sex, but whether you do. You must decide things like that for yourself, regardless of what other people want."
She didn't know where to look. How could he be discussing this so openly and seemingly without interest. No, he hadn't forced her. She'd practically jumped on him when she'd seen him on the wharf.
But if it wasn't him forcing her, something was. She'd never been so attracted to anyone, and she knew she followed his suggestions to come or stay, to strip or shower, as if ordered. She felt his hands around her body even when they weren't, and would have slept with him already if he'd pushed her. She knew she would.
"What would you have done if I'd said no to skinny dipping," she asked , tentatively.
"I think," he said, "by the time you'd walked under the wharf with me, you'd have taken me home and fucked me if I'd told you I wanted that."
Damn him. Her dark skin didn't blush, just as well. But he certainly knew how to stop her dead."
"However," he said. "What you're really asking is whether I would stop if you said no, am I right?"
She nodded, mute, hand on her mouth, heart in it.
His eyes bored into hers. "What do you believe, Cassandra?" he asked quietly, intensely, as everything around them faded from her consciousness and she realized he empowered her with the question.
"I do believe you'd stop," she said. "You've given me no reason to be scared of you, and I'm not. But this, us, whatever this is; it's so different from what I've experienced. A world away from what I had with Pete. I feel I'm falling into the depths of something when I'm with you."
Rangi nodded. He reached out a long arm across the table and curled his fingers around hers.
"If you'd not taken my challenge to pull off your clothes and skinny dip, how would you have felt in the morning?" Rangi looked at her intently. "I think you took my challenge because you got a thrill from doing it.
"I think if I asked you again, you'd comply again, too."
" You have something else you