“Of course you can.”
“Well, we are an old married couple.”
“Hmmm… I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Now, do a little strip tease for me.” My words surprised him all over again, his movements stopping altogether. “I told you. Doit.” To emphasize, I placed my hands on my hips, cocking one while shifting my legs apart.
“Mmm… Mmm… Mmm…” With a roll of his eye, he hesitated at least at first.
But he did as I asked… as I commanded.
Yes, the man could be a dangerous predator or a sensual romantic. I adored the combination. It was perfect.
No, he was perfect for me.
When he only had boxer shorts on, I couldn’t help myself, closing the distance and savoring the extreme heat between us.
He wasn’t backing down either, deciding to walk around me. Only then did I remember that the water was on. When my eyes opened wide, running away from him, I could tell he was thoroughly confused.
I made it just in time before water sloshed over the edge.
When I stood, seeing his form in the mirror brought another wave of desire. “I guess you still need supervision,” he said with his amused tone. He’d picked up his weapon again, and he placed it on the counter. He’d left the door to the bathroom open and there was something very kinky about being able to see the hotel room door from where we’d be lounging in the tub.
“You never go anywhere without your weapon,” I said, obviously knowing the answer.
“No, I do not. I think you find men with big guns very sexy.”
The dip in his tone of voice only added to the illusion of romance. “You’re right.”
“I’m never wrong.”
“So arrogant.”
Now he grinned. “That too. Nothing you mind.”
“Just something I need to control.”
“We shall see.”
I hadn’t noticed the bottle of champagne and the two glasses in his hand. Never blinking, he headed toward me, finding the perfect location for them on the platform behind the tub.
With his expression hardening, he shook his head even more slowly than he’d done before as he peered all the way down. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you brought this with you in hopes I’d be the one sent to hunt you down.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“As I said before, I’m always right. Somehow, I have a feeling you’re going to surprise me for the rest of my life.” Very gently, he lowered one strap on my negligee, his nostrils flaring as soon as he did. “Fucking amazing.”
“Yes, you are.” Not to be outdone, I rubbed the flat of my hand down his chest, kneading his muscles with my fingers. The touch provided a jolt of current running down my arm, the profound heat searing my fingers. While I’d felt the extreme temperature before, this time I laughed, maybe because he could still make me jittery.
The sheer indulgence of being in control even for a little while was all empowering. Except when I slipped two fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers and he wrapped his fingers around mine.
“Not yet.”
“You’re following my directions. Remember?”
His laugh sent a flutter of butterflies into my stomach. “Never.” After moving my hand away, he pulled down the second strap before daring to tug on the thin satin tie holding the corset together. “You seem to forget who I am.” He tugged slowly, every few seconds lifting his gaze to study my expression.
“And you seem to forget who I am.”
