She nodded and moved to head that way, but he caught her arm in a firm grasp.
“Don’t get in without me. And don’t take off anything. I want the pleasure of undressing you myself.”
Even in the moonlight, he could see her cheeks color. And hell if that alone didn’t make his cock strain against his zipper. He was used to women who’d been there done that, who weren’t shocked by much. How was it possible that after all these years Evan still had that edge of innocence she’d carried with her at sixteen?
Back then, it’d been a glaring warning for him to steer clear, but now . . . Well, now it had him imagining all the things he wanted to do to her to make her skin turn that shade of pink.
* * *
Evan stood in front of the bubbling hot tub, steam swirling with her view of the dark night and the black water of the lake a few yards beyond. It was similar to the night she’d stood on the beach in South Padre, except this time, she wouldn’t be alone. The water wasn’t going to be what caressed her tonight. No, the man who’d haunted the periphery of every fantasy she’d ever conjured was going to take her over. Use her. Give her pleasure.
A shiver stole over her, and she rubbed her arms through the silk robe. Emotions were spinning through her like numbers on a slot machine.
Anticipation. Need. Fear.
She didn’t know exactly what she was getting into, and having Jace be on the other end of it was like playing Russian roulette. But she had a feeling the danger of it was adding to the edgy excitement coursing through her.
Hot hands gripped her upper arms from behind, and she gasped.
“Good girl,” Jace said against her ear, his voice melting over her like butter on hot cornbread. “You take direction well. That earns you rewards.”
She clenched her thighs together as damp heat gathered between them, his words as effective as a stroke. “What happens if I don’t follow instructions?”
His chuckle was soft and sensual as he ran his hands over her shoulders and pressed against her back. “Plan on being naughty, pet?”
His blatant and unashamed manner had her normal inhibitions shriveling like grapes in the sun. Jace didn’t apologize for what he wanted, and neither should she. If she was going to do this, she needed to really do this. She tilted her hips, seeking him, and nestled her ass against the steel length of his cock. “Depends on what happens if I am.”
His fingers found her hair and yanked back, catching her by surprise. He ran his tongue up the column of her neck like a cat licking up cream, and she nearly buckled at the knees. “Then you get punished, which can be fun, too. Just depends how rough you like it, babe.”
She swallowed hard. Based on how much her sex was throbbing at his tight hold on her hair, she had a sneaking suspicion of which side of the pain fence she would fall on. “Yes, sir.”
He released his grip on her hair and slowly stepped in front of her. His gaze drifted down the length of her as if assessing his prize. “Definitely too many clothes on. Take off your robe.”
With trembling hands, she undid the tie at the front and let the robe fall open, revealing her scant bra and panties beneath, then slipped the silk off her shoulders. Jace’s green eyes turned hungry as he stepped forward and ran a finger along the lace edge of her bra. Her nipple tightened to an aching point.
“So sexy, pet. You’re going to test my restraint. I find I don’t want to be gentle with you.”
“Then don’t be,” she said, her words coming out before she could stop them. “Sir.”
His head lifted, his eyes boring into hers. “How’s that fiancé of yours going to feel if you go home with marks on you—my marks?”
“He’ll deal with it,” she said, her mouth going dry at the thought of Jace marking her, of branding her. “He knows what goes on here.”
Jace’s eyes narrowed. “Is Dr. Dan really vanilla or is he a guy who gets off knowing his woman is being fucked by someone else? Because I’m not here to get him off.”
She shook her head. “This is all for me. I swear. This is what I want.”
“You sure? ’Cause there’s nothing pretty or romantic about what I do. It’s raw and rough. You’re mine to use however I want, you understand?”
Her throat contracted, the words turning her on more than she cared to admit. If he was trying to scare her off, it wasn’t working. “Yes, sir. I want that. I didn’t come here for flowers and poetry.”
“Prove to me how bad you want it, then.” He grasped her shoulder, pushed her down to her knees without finesse, and started unfastening his jeans. The discarded robe protected her knees from the wooden slats of the deck, but the bite of discomfort was still there. For some reason, that only dialed up her excitement more.
The rasp of his zipper drew her attention to the view in front of her. Jace pulled his fly wide and released his impressive erection. Lord, help her. She’d thought her mind had exaggerated his size because she’d been a virgin at the time and it had hurt, but damn, he had a pretty cock.
He gave her a predatory stare. “Tell me exactly what you’re thinking, pet. I like that look in your eye.”
She met his gaze, a wave of confidence coming with this new role. “I’m thinking I want to taste that beautiful cock, sir.”