“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Hmm. What would you like to do?” Dana was enjoying this dynamic. She hated playing the mouse. She was happier playing the cat.
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“I want to make you come again. I want to watch your face as you unravel. I want to hear your moans. I want to hear you whisper my name.”
“I want the same things. What if I told you I wanted them right here?”
A tendon tightened in his neck. “I’d give them to you.”
“Sit down, Alex.”
He sat. This time, his posture turned rigid with anticipation.
Feeling a surge of power, Dana stood and moved in front of him, turning her back to him. As he spread his legs wide, she moved closer to him.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Then touch me.”
He traced her hips with his hands, squeezing the flesh of her thighs and ass. His fingers crept under the hem of her dress and he slowly rolled it up toward her waist.
Dana sucked in a breath.
Once her ass was exposed, along with her lacy black thong, Alex cursed again. He plumped each cheek, as if measuring how they fit in his hands. Then, gripping her hips, he pulled her close and kissed the spot right above her crack, licking her skin. He hooked one finger in her thong and slowly dragged it downward.
Even as desire pooled low in her belly, the most wonderful numbness overcame Dana. She stared straight ahead, unseeing. The interior of the nook became a wash of color. The music from the club was nothing more than a hum. All she knew was the heat of Alex’s fingers and tongue. She surrendered to it, let it beat her into submission, even as she sought to reclaim her power.
As her thong reached her ankles, she stepped out of it.
Alex kissed every inch of her ass, dragging his tongue over her cheeks, stroking lazy circles on her skin. His hands moved up and down her jelly legs. Little by little, he eased her legs apart.
When his hand snaked between them, she sighed.
Yes. This.
Utter oblivion.
She didn’t even care about the shadows beyond the curtains anymore. She might be almost completely exposed but she didn’t have a care in the world when Alex touched her. Anyone could walk in at any time, but she wasn’t bothered.
If anything, it heightened the sensation.
Alex really was dangerous. Maybe she was too.
His middle finger dipped inside her on a wave of new moisture. Spreading her juices, he circled her clit. She could come, just like this, but didn’t want to.
“I want you on your knees.”
His hand stopped moving. “Anything you want.”
Dana stepped aside and sat on the sectional, laying back at one of the ends. She hooked one leg over the side of the couch and let the other fall open. To tease him, she touched herself.
Alex stood at the end of the couch. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? You’re a goddess.”
