Then, she sucked in a huge breath and stripped off her panties and top. The bed was cold as she slid between the sheets, yet she could practically hear the sizzle of her skin, her excitement heating her through.
It wouldn’t take much to get herself off. She and Dallas had flirted from the moment they’d met this afternoon. Heck, she plain liked him. Sex on a stick, and she wanted to lick every inch of him—if that was what bossy Dallas requested.
Lazily, she stroked one full breast, tugged on her nipple and gasped at the bungee of pleasure that stormed her pussy. She traced slow circles around her navel, and again surges of pleasure spread outward, darting lower to frisk her clit.
“Does that feel good?”
Her eyes shot open, her tinyeepof shock scarcely more than a rush of breath. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Dallas,” he reminded her.
“I know your name.”
“Reality check. Just wanted to emphasize you’re in the enemy’s bed. You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.”
“I’m right where I want to be,” Laura said, giving her words a crisp bite. For long seconds, she stared at him—a visual challenge. Eventually, he nodded and tension dispersed from her shoulders. “And I’m feeling pretty happy. Each time I touch myself, the sensations ricochet through me.”
“To where?”
“To my pussy.” She heard the primness in her voice even as she catalogued his sexy grin.
“Watch me undress.”
“My pleasure.” Her response came automatically. The right one because satisfaction settled on his features.
She sat up in the bed, letting the covers pool to her lap. The flare of interest in his eyes as his gaze hit her breasts was a warm balm, gratifying and enjoyable.
His movements were economical. Graceful and sexy. The cable sweater went first. He folded it and placed the garment on top of a wooden chest. The loss of his shirt revealed a muscular chest with a light sprinkling of hair.Nice. It arrowed downward and disappeared into his jeans.
Dallas unfastened his belt, focusing her attention on his groin.
“Laura, look at me. Hold my gaze.” His voice was low, raspy, gentle even, but itwasan order.
Her gaze skimmed his belly, upward across his pectoral muscles to finally reach his face. It was hard to hold his gaze when he seemed to see deep inside her…places she’d prefer to keep on the hush-hush. The idea he might ferret out her secret fears and hopes scared her, made her want to lower her lids for privacy. But there was also an urge to please him, to follow his request to discover where it might lead.
It was such a small thing.
All she had to do was look at him, drink in his sexiness and let the heat of him, his innate sensuality slide through her veins. She swallowed, finding obeying without question more difficult than she’d hoped.
The rest of his clothing rustled as he removed each item, one at a time. Expectation unfolded, her senses stretching in search of information. Her heartbeat hammered in her ears, her breasts prickling with a combination of the chill and acute anticipation.
If this was a lesson, she was learning it well.
Delayed gratification magnified the prize waiting at the end. It made every one of her senses crackle. She shivered when he rounded the bed. Still she maintained his gaze, unable to shear it because he’d caught her—a Drummond fish in an O’Grady net.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now I want you to close your eyes and wait for me.”
A shiver worked through her, heated and pulsed in her sex. Her muscles craved movement, yet she didn’t wriggle. Instead, she followed his instructions, waited.
A drawer opened, shut. Her pulse sped, picking up in pace while different scenarios chased through her mind. He could leave her hanging or take photos and spread them across the ’net. He might choose an axe or the perfect knife to slit her throat—
Good grief. That one was a bit out there. He’d spoken to the local cop. The policeman had seen them together. No, Dallas didn’t intend to murder her in his own bed.
“Um, how are you with blood?” she asked.
“Not bad. Why?” His raspy voice sounded right next to her ear.
She flinched, her gasp loud, shocked. While she was inventing murderous scenarios, he’d walked around the bed and climbed in with her. She hadn’t heard a thing.
