Her heart galloped at the thought of him taking her in the open, underneath the stars, where anyone could walk through the door. “Here? Now?”
“No time like the present. We’ve only got ten hours to get through your list.”
Despite her fear of getting caught, her nipples tightened, and her pussy quivered. “We couldn’t possibly do everything on my list. I mean, how would you, you know, recover to do it all?”
“Do you doubt me?”
“The guys I’ve been with were good with once a night.”
He squeezed her ass. “Then you’ve been with the wrong guys. If you were mine, I’d make love to you every chance I got, so whenever we were apart, you’d still feel me inside you.”
“Oh,” she said shivering, unable to formulate words. Her panties dampened. “Wow. I’m a little nervous.”
He looked surprised. “Of me?”
“I forget how to speak when I’m with you.”
A devilish grin and the wicked intent sparkling in his eyes was all the warning he gave before he slowly backed her up to the wall. “Good thing you won’t need it tonight. Except to say ‘yes’ and ‘more.’”
“And if I want you to stop?” Her body betrayed her arousal, as she stood on her tiptoes and shamelessly ground her pussy against the erection confined by his jeans.
He chuckled, bracing her hips and preventing her from moving against him. “Use your safe word.”
A low growl of frustration emitted from her chest. Less talk, more action. “What word?”
He brushed his hands up and down her arms, reassuring her. “Your safe word. Choose a word you don’t normally say in conversation, but something you’ll remember. The second you use it, I’ll stop whatever it is we’re doing, and we’ll talk about it.”
An image instantly sprung to her mind. “Banana. I can’t stand them.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “If you change your mind—”
“I won’t.” She clutched his shirt in her fists. “I want to know what it’s like to let someone else take control in the bedroom. Someone who actually knows how to pleasure me.” She batted her eyelashes. “You up for the challenge?”
“It’s not a challenge,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s an invitation. One I’ve already accepted. Are you ready?”
More than ready. “Yes.”
He licked the shell of her ear and blew warm air over it, giving her chills despite the eighty-degree evening. “Then strip.”
HE WAITED PATIENTLY for her reaction, expecting her to refuse his order. She blinked, her lips trembling, her throat working as she swallowed. Several expressions passed across her face, and he sensed her apprehension. He wouldn’t force her to do it, but he wanted to see how far she’d go.
She worried her lip and seemed to come to some decision. Leaning back, he folded his arms across his chest and silently recited the periodic table. After all his talk about control, he was ten seconds from pouncing and ripping the clothes from her body.
She slid out of his arms and walked away.
Is she leaving? He held his breath, digging his fingers into his palms to keep from calling out to her. It had to be her decision to give him control.
She stopped. Thank God. Crossing his ankles, he relaxed against the wall and resumed breathing, his pulse racing in anticipation.
Her hips swayed seductively, drawing his attention to her luscious round behind that he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. She was giving him a show. He hadn’t told her to do it, but hell if he’d stop her.
She snaked her hands along her sides until she reached the hem of her red tank and then inch by agonizing inch peeled away the fabric covering her creamy flesh, revealing the gentle curve of her spine and the straps of her pink bra. His cock hardened at the thought of what came next.
She slowly turned to him, her eyes blazing with pride and confidence. Gone was the tongue-tied, fidgety girl, and in her place stood a woman comfortable in her own skin. He liked both sides of her. Couldn’t wait to discover more.
Her dainty hands slid over the soft swell of her abdomen. He drank in the sight—small waist, thin, but curvy with enough padding he didn’t have to worry he’d break her. It had crossed his mind she might not have the physical strength to take on a hungry lover like him, someone who would hold on so tightly to her hips as he thrust inside her he’d leave bruises on her unmarred skin. The woman in front of him wanted what he could give her, and she’d get everything she’d asked for and more.
On edge, he licked his lips, dying to see what she’d do next. She zeroed in on the erection pushing against the material of his shorts and she smiled, teasing him with a little wiggle and a laugh, obviously enjoying his torment.