Overflowing with excitement, I grinned as I slipped out of my blazer. Taylor's eyes tracked me as I folded it and set it neatly aside.
"No mic so far, is there?" I teased, but it was also an easy out for him in case he wanted me to stop this silly charade.
"Not yet," Taylor said, eyes flashing.
So I kept going. My silk tie and button-up shirt were next. I took my sweet time undressing, putting on a show for Taylor. I loved showing off my clothes and my body to him. I felt like the world's most expensive stripper.
Taylor's tiger eyes landed on my hip bones, now exposed. He let out a low huff of amusement. "I half expected your body hair down there to be red."
That comment sent me reeling. He was looking at methatclosely?
"It's black, I'm afraid," I said. "Although there might be a surprise if you go even lower."
He arched a brow. "Oh?"
"Shall I resume the show?" I grinned. "Or are you satisfied that I'm not wearing a hidden mic?"
There it was—a natural end point if Taylor wanted one. Half of me expected him to take the out, since any further loss of clothing would result in a very naked dragon. But the other half of me wanted to go all the way, to bare my bodyandsoul to him. It was far too late to deny it—I was smitten with this big kitten.
Taylor's sharp eyes held steady on me. Despite his practiced stoic expression, I sensed the burning cat-like curiosity inside him. Then he said the magic words: "Not yet."
A shiver rolled down my spine. My only remaining clothes were my pants and underwear.
Not wanting to disappoint Taylor, I slowly undid my button and zipper. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and shimmied out of my pants, setting them with my other things.
I was now fully naked, except for my underwear—which my half-hard cock strained against.
My skin felt hot under Taylor's intense gaze. The coolness of the hotel room air raised the hair on my arms.
"Satisfied now?" I asked huskily.
Taylor stared at my deep red briefs. "No."
I chuffed. "There's only one thing left to go. Do you really think I could hide a mic down there?"
Taylor didn't miss a beat. "You said yourself that your microphones areveryhigh quality. How do I know you're not hiding some advanced technology in your underwear?"
I'd set myself up for that one.
"Well," I mused, "why don't you take a look?"
Taylor finally looked up at me. It was the first time our gazes had locked since I started undressing. An undeniable fire blazed in his eyes.
Tempted by curiosity, I looked beneath his thighs.
Oh, yes. He was definitely hard, too.
Finally, Taylor said, "Maybe I will."
I only had a second to process that before Taylor's hands landed on my hips.
As his fingers dug into me, a jolt of arousal sparked down my spine. My dragon soul roused, pounding on the walls of his cage.
"Taylor," I said in a low, thick voice.
"Hm."
How could I phrase this without sounding like a sex-crazed alpha?
