He laughed softly, a deep rumble that seemed to come from the very bottom of his broad chest.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. In a choice between painful electrical shocks and being ‘taken advantage of’ by a beautiful female, which one do you think I’d choose?”
Nina allowed herself a small smile. “Okay, good point. Well then, here goes.”
Biting her lip, she moved her hands lower, sliding over his trim, narrow hips and under the blanket.
* * * * *
Reddix sucked in a breath as her soft little hands disappeared from sight and tensed for the feeling of those slender fingers wrapping around his cock. But Nina didn’t go there—not yet. Instead, she skirted around the throbbing shaft and continued down to his thighs, sliding her fingertips close but never quiet touching the area where he ached for her.
Gods… He had to bite back a groan. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? His whole body felt like a dessert that hadn’t seen rain in years and her soft, caressing hands were the life-giving moisture he needed. He wanted to beg for her touch, but his tongue seemed stuck to the roof of his mouth. All he could do was lie there and pray she wouldn’t stop.
Nina continued down his thighs and legs in long, slow strokes. It wasn’t until she got to his feet and ankles that she paused for a moment and looked up at him.
“What?” he asked hoarsely after half a minute. “Why did you stop?”
“Just assessing the collar.” Her cheeks were pink, and her pupils were dilated in the dim room, making her eyes look like stars. “It seems to be blinking faster but still not fast enough. How…” She cleared her throat. “How would you feel if I took off your blanket? It might be easier to, uh, see what I was doing.”
Reddix shrugged though inside his heart was pounding like it wanted to knock a hole in his ribs.
“Fine with me, sweetheart. You’ve already seen and handled the equipment before,” he reminded her.
“Yes, but that was different,” she protested. “Then I was just, uh, helping you out. This time I’ll be…”
“Still just helping me out. But in a different way.” Reddix gave her a half-smile. “Listen if you’re worried I’ll snap again, I promise I won’t. I’m in complete control—hands still over my head—see?” He wiggled his fingers to show her.
Nina nodded. “Right. God, this would totally get me fired if I was with a client.”
Reddix felt his chest get tight. “Is that what I am to you during this—just a client?”
“No.” She looked away, her face hidden by her hair. “No, you’re…more. You shouldn’t be, but…” She shook her head without finishing. Then she started to touch him again.
Slim, lovely fingers moved slowly and sensuously up his ankles, calves and inner thighs until Reddix felt like he was going to explode. And then Nina pulled the blanket aside, revealing his aching shaft.
“Spread your legs,” she murmured, sliding her fingertips around him. “Let me work on you.”
With a low groan, Reddix did as she commanded. His hands curled into fists, and his breath began to come short as her soft hand encircled him, her fingers trying and failing to get all the way around his girth. Then she began to pump him slowly…very slowly…a sensuous up and down slide he thought would drive him crazy.
Nina seemed fascinated by what she was doing, and Reddix couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. She was so beautiful, bending over him with her long dark hair hanging around her slender shoulders. The thin fur dress clung to every curve making him ache to touch her back, to explore every inch of her. But he was mindful of her rules and kept his hands above his head, not daring to move an inch.
It had been so long since a female touched him like this, but that wasn’t the only reason his heart was pumping so hard. It was the fact that it was Nina touching him. He’d had a few flings in early manhood before his RTS manifested but never with a female he truly cared about. And though he didn’t want to admit it to himself, with Nina he cared—cared a hell of a lot. Probably too much.
Somewhere inside he realized he shouldn’t let his emotions get in the way. This should be a purely physical experience. But he couldn’t help himself. Somehow he knew that no matter how good it felt to finally be touched again, it wouldn’t have been nearly as good if it wasn’t Nina doing the touching.
* * * * *
Nina knew it was wrong to be enjoying herself so much, but there was something incredibly sexy about being in control this way. She liked the idea that a big, powerful male like Reddix was spread out in front of her, helpless to do anything but let her touch him. Was this how men felt when they touched women? Powerful? Dominant? In control? Nina didn’t know, but she did know she couldn’t get enough of the heady feeling.