He wished there was more light so he could see her standing there in her bra, but the limited illumination was at her back, and he could only make out her silhouette.
"Won't need these either."
She unfastened her waistband, wiggled her hips, and then bent to collect her discarded shorts. He soon had them bundled up with her shirt against his chest.
"Or this."
She released her bra and draped it over his shoulder. He should have turned on the light, he thought thickly.
"It's chilly in here," she said. "My nipples are hard." She leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Or maybe it's because I crave your mouth on them."
Her bare breast brushed his arm, and he groaned. Damn, he wanted her. And he could take her; he knew she'd let him. But he was so enjoying her tease. He could only imagine what she'd do next, and he didn't want to interrupt her little game.
"Do you think I should take my panties off as well?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Are you sure you don't want me to leave them on? Sometimes when I think of you, I slide my hand inside them and touch myself. I did it this afternoon on my back patio."
"What?" It was more an aroused sigh than a word.
"Remember when I texted you that I couldn't stop thinking about you?"
He nodded and licked his lips.
"I wasn't just making conversation, Jacob. After you signed off, I took matters into my own hand right there in my longue chair."
He sucked in an excited breath.
"I was soaking in the warm rays of the sun, thinking about how you fucked me against that window in your hotel in San Antonio. I could almost feel the cool glass against my back, and I kept thinking about that excited-nervous feeling pulsing through me as you took me. I was so worried about us being seen."
Unable to resist, he nibbled on her jaw. "But you liked it, didn't you? The thrill of wondering if you'd be caught?"
Her huffed breath brushed over his cheek. "Yes. I think that's why I slid my hand down my shorts right then and there. I don't think anyone can see me in my backyard, but I don't know that for sure. I barely had to rub my clit at all. I was already so turned on thinking about you that I came almost immediately."
"Wish I would have been there to catch you touching yourself."
"I could show you what you missed, slide my hand into my panties. I'd know what I was doing, and you could imagine what I was doing, but you wouldn't be able to see my fingertips rubbing over my clit, dipping into my slick pussy."
Dear lord, the woman was driving him insane with words. Had she really masturbated in her backyard while thinking about him? He'd always been very visual when it came to sex, so why was her dirty talk making him so fucking hard for her?
"So do you think I should leave my panties on while you watch me touch myself?" she asked in his ear. "Sometimes imagination is sexier than reality."
"Amanda."
She slipped around him and walked slowly through the foyer toward the hall that led to his bedroom. He could make out her shape, but no details of her body as he trailed after her in the darkness, a slave to her whimsy.
When they reached his bedroom, he reached for the light switch, but she covered his hand to stop him from turning it on.
"Leave it off."
"How will I see?"
She covered his lip with one finger. "I'll let you see in a little while. Right now I want you to listen."
"Amanda," he said against her fingertip.
"No bright lights, no cameras, no video monitors this time, Jacob." She kissed him briefly and stepped away. "Intimacy. That's what I want from you tonight."
Intimacy? Whenever he had sex in his bedroom, it was basically a stage performance. He couldn't imagine why she wouldn't want the whole setup. She'd enjoyed the live camera feed well enough the first time she'd experienced his routine.
"Amanda?"
"Shh, I'll do the talking. You listen. And later, I'll let you feel."
He liked the sound of that feel part. She took her clothes from his arms and dropped them on the floor. He didn't resist when she pulled his shirt off or when she unfastened his jeans. As she lowered them to the floor, her warm breath against his belly made his body jerk. What was she going to do while leaning over him like that? But she didn't touch him, didn't drop to her knees and suck his cock into her throat as he anticipated. Didn't lick its head or cradle his nuts in her palm. Hell, besides the teasing sensation of her breath on his skin, he couldn't feel her at all.