“Let’s begin with your boots.”He offered his forearm for balance.
She wrapped one hand around his wrist and removed her cowboy boots and socks.The couple inches of height that she lost felt suddenly significant.He seemed so much bigger and more powerful.
He moved in front of her and unfastened the top button on her pants before lowering the zipper.
“Ready?”
She wiggled as he lowered the pants.She stepped out them, feeling exposed.
“Gorgeous,” he said.
“You keep saying things like that.”
“To me, you are.”
“I need to work out more.”Or avoid chocolate chip cookies.Maybe both.
“There’s nothing more exquisite than a woman revealing herself,” he told her.“I appreciate everything.And I like women who have some curves.Turn around for me.”
Surprising herself, she didn’t hesitate.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can and grab your ankles.”
Sofia thought she would feel ridiculous, bent over like that, but she didn’t.
He walked around her, his footsteps loud, a bit ominous.Her pulse fluttered but she remained in place.
“Good, now stand.”
After she did, he unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse.Then, his gaze fixed on her, he trailed his finger from the hollow of her throat, down her sternum then stopped where the fabric was still held together.
Without saying a word, he continued until the blouse hung open.
She shrugged and he pulled the material away from her, letting it float down to rest on top of her pants.
“How does it feel?”
Knowing he wouldn’t settle for a half-answer, she said, “Not as scary as I thought it might.”But she didn’t tell him that she’d been hoping, dreaming of him sexually dominating her.
He traced the lacy outline of one bra cup then the other.Her nipples hardened and she wanted him to touch her.“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
She looked up at him.“Are you going to make me say it?”
He gave her an annoying, frustrating grin.“I am.”
Sofia would have preferred he make this easier for her, but she was glad he wasn’t.“Touch my breasts.”
His gaze still on her, he lightly brushed the fingers of one hand inside her bra.With exquisite gentleness, he moved across her nipple.
She gasped.
“Tell me how you like the pressure.”
“I do… I mean, it’s fine.”
He brushed again.“More?”
