“On what you want.
“I want you.” Reaching down, she gripped him.
He sucked air through his teeth. “You have me. Literally in the palm of your hand. But you might want to stop that if you want me to last.”
A sly smile. “Then step back. It’s impossible to keep my hands off you when you’re right in my face.”
He shook his head, suppressing a smile. This was highly irregular.
He moved to step back, only to have her hook a hand behind his neck and pull him down for another searing kiss, this one so hot, it bordered on aggressive. He let her draw him in, opening for her sweet invasion, losing himself for a moment in the intoxicating bliss that was Jannie’s mouth.
Suddenly, she tore away. “Enough.”
He blinked. And realized he still had the bow tie around his neck, dangling there despite his earlier intent to use it on her right away.
“Any more wishes?”
“Uh-huh.” She reached up to grip the end of the bow tie, slowly sliding it off his neck and snapping it off with a flourish.
With lithe grace, she ducked under his arm and sidestepped him, strutting slowly and provocatively toward the bed, her high heels clicking on the polished floor. Those heels … Jannie already had beautiful legs, but in those shoes, those calves of hers were showcased to perfection.
He watched her backside shift in that low-backed peach dress. It hugged her in a way that made his mouth literally water. He thought of the display of rope just behind the wall, a touch of a button away, and his fingers twitched involuntarily.
She pivoted right by the bed, heels clicking, skirts swishing, and beckoned him with a one-fingeredcome-hithergesture, holding out his bow tie like some sort of lure.
He stared at her, and in that moment, he would have fuckingcrawledto her if she asked him to.
This was not how it was supposed to go.
But, fuck it.
He strode toward her with purpose, frowning when he saw her slide the silk strip through her clenched fist. He’d seen that move a thousand times, but it was always him or another dom who did it.
Right before taking complete control.
Jannie’s gaze collided with his as he advanced. He knew his eyes were smoldering because his entire body was aflame, and she must have seen it because her eyes widened. The bow tie slipped from her fingertips and drifted to the floor.
In no time, Nick stood right before her.
For a few heartbeats, they stared at one another, neither of them moving.
He needed to get control of this, and quickly.
Bending down on one knee, he grasped her ankle and deftly unfastened the delicate shoe buckle, his fingertips brushing against her skin as he paused to gently stroke the faint red indentation left by the strap.
He thought she would sit, but Jannie remained standing, shifting her weight to offer him her other foot, bracing her hands on his shoulders.
Smiling, he undid her other buckle too, grasping her ankle and easing her foot out of the shoe. Pretty toes … she had such pretty toes. The other day, when he’d seen them in the slides she wore around the condo, they had been plain, unpainted.
Tonight, they were a shimmering, subtle pearl shade, not quite white, not quite pink.
Of course. No fire-engine red for Jannie. The subtlety made that color a thousand times sexier than all the shades of red ever created. He let his hands glide back and forth, caressing her arched instep and the top of her foot as he gently lowered it to the ground.
He sensed an energy shift then and looked up to see her studying him with curiosity.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Admiring you.”
