No, the power right now was with her.
Pandora smiled. “I don’t really, no.” She ran her fingers down the hard line of his cock. “But I’d love for you to show me.”
Chapter 4
Jax tried to hold himself still but it was difficult, the light, tantalizing touch of her finger making it difficult to think.
He’d thought taking her here, to the little apartment he sometimes used when he wanted to get away from Morrow, had been an excellent plan. His usual home was a penthouse at the top of the Morrow Tower, but that would give away his identity in a big way so the brownstone it was. He kept nothing personal here so there was no way for her to know who he was or even guess. Which meant he could indulge himself. Let the leash slip for a couple of hours. Not be Jax Morrow, CEO of New York’s biggest company. The man always in charge and always in control.
Yet the moment the elevator doors had closed and they were alone, he’d felt the desire for her kick in with such intensity it had shaken him to the core. Yes, he’d decided he’d let himself go tonight but shit, he hadn’t realized till now just had badly he wanted her.
He’d never loosened the ties of his self-control before, not with anyone, and he didn’t know what would happen if he did.
You do. Chaos and heartache.
Her fingers squeezed lightly and the thought vanished. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Well? Or, I can go if you want.”
“No,” he said hoarsely. Sure, it would be better for both of them if she left but he didn’t want her to. She stood in front of him, dark eyes liquid, her thumb moving up and down, stroking his cock through his pants, that teasing, sensual little smile curling her beautiful mouth and he just … couldn’t bear the thought of her disappearing.
Which means you have to do something with her, asshole.
Normally that would involve drinks and dinner. A certain amount of foreplay, then a couple of bouts of missionary position or, depending on the woman and what she liked, maybe something more exotic. Orgasms all around.
You didn’t want that tonight …
More breath hissed in the back of his throat as she squeezed him again. “Then let’s play my game.”
Yeah, he could do that. Maybe that would give him enough time to put himself together. Get a handle on the desire coiling like a giant snake inside him. Putting so much pressure on him he could hardly breathe.
“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do it.”
Snow stepped away and he had to fight to stop from pulling her back. Gripping her wrist and putting her palm back where it was supposed to be. On his cock.
She stood there for a moment, her dark eyes on his as if figuring out what she was going to do. Then she began pulling the pins from her inky hair, letting it uncoil over her shoulder like night falling, a silky-looking black curtain.
Beautiful. Goddamn beautiful. He wanted to touch it, run his fingers through it, wind the soft strands around his wrist and use it to pull her head back as he thrust into her from behind ….
Jesus. He shouldn’t even be thinking this type of thing, not when he was so close to the edge already.
Snow reached around her back, the red silk loosening, slipping from her pale shoulders as she tugged the zipper down.
Holy Christ. She wasn’t wearing a bra, the material falling to reveal small, perfect pink-tipped breasts. Then, as it fell farther, lots of alabaster skin, a graceful waist, the little scrap of red lace that were her panties, and lastly, long, slender legs.
His breath caught as the silk pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it. She was exquisite. Every damn inch of her.
Snow lifted her chin and met his gaze. Her dark eyes were full of challenge and even though her blush was almost the same color as her dress, she didn’t look away.
She came closer, right up to him, and he could smell the scent of her skin, sweet, like vanilla, with a musky edge. His fingers curled into fists. He wanted to lick all that pale skin, see what she tasted like. Bite her maybe, not hard, but enough to make her gasp …
“Hmmm, you look hungry,” she said in a husky voice. “Seen something you want to eat?”
“Yes.”
“And what’s that?” Her luscious mouth curved. “Or should I say, who’s that?”
“You know who.”
“Me perhaps?” She reached up for the buttons of his shirt. He’d ditched his tie before he’d headed to the bar so there was nothing to stop her from undoing a couple, spreading the fabric as she did so. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest and he started to feel dizzy, drunk on desire.
“Yeah,” he said thickly. “You.”
“So, go ahead.” Her fingers settled in the hollow of his throat, stroking him like he’d done earlier to her, and she glanced up at him through long, thick black lashes. “What are you afraid of?”