"Well, let's give it a try, shall we?" he laughed. Unlike his reputation as being a bit of a womanizer, he preferred to respect the women he was with. He preferred to linger over the first act of the play first, rather than rushing to the height of things in 60 seconds or less. He rather liked spending a great deal of time letting things develop at their own pace. He enjoyed the touching, the caressing, the kissing, the experimentation.
Women that rushed it were a huge irritation to him. He had, more than once, gotten up, gotten dressed and left his dates cold and wanting. It was too much like both using and being used.
Right now, he was enjoying getting to know her, getting to know her touch, her scent, her hair, her skin. He savored the taste of her kisses. He noticed quickly what she seemed to enjoy or what she did not. That mattered to him. He was refusing to let himself be "played", at least as much as he could help. He would go along with pretty much anything she wanted, so long as it felt genuine. The minute he got the feeling it was mechanical, he shifted directions on her, pushing her for more. He didn't care about whether she disrespected him, but he wasn't going to disrespect her. More importantly, he wasn't going to let her disrespect herself. He briefly had been tempted to make a remark to her about it, but as heated as things seemed to be getting, this clearly wasn't the time. Words would definitely get in the way.
It might have been a pick up, but that didn't mean that it had to all be the stereotypical, pre-scripted pick up. Last night, it might have been lust or firewhiskey or both, and in the dark, there had been a lot that had been either hidden or just plain overlooked. That was harder to do in daylight.
He gave just a flash of a thought to the fact that his scars that were each a badge of surviving yet another narrow miss had been easier to hide in the dark too. If she hadn't felt them last night, she certainly could see them today. Being naked didn't bother him. He didn't have any hang-ups about that. Being exposed, though, that was another matter, and he got the very clear feeling from the way they both danced around even introductions that she had the same hang-up he did. Sex, they could do and apparently could do well. Truth? That was going to be harder.
Oh well, as he figured it, it might take him a couple of days to want to be done with the sex, so the truth could wait.