His voice was deep and a little gravelly. Very sexy.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Tell me what it is.”
“Dragon.”
“Good.”
Something touched her shoulder and she almost jumped. He stroked lightly across her shoulder, then down her arm. Goose bumps quivered along her skin.
“Say your safe word again.”
“Dragon.”
He brushed his raspy cheek against hers and murmured, “Now don’t say it again unless you mean it. If you say the word ‘dragon’ I will end this immediately. Understand?”
She nodded. Excitement quivered through her at his air of complete authority.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now, you are doing this of your own free will, right? It was your idea?”
“Well, originally, it was my idea, but Sloan—”
“Just answer the question.” He stroked a finger along her cheek. “You agreed to have Sloan bring me here—a stranger—to have sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He stroked along the side of her neck. “Because I want to have sex with you. You are a very beautiful woman. Very sexy.” He stroked downward, then brushed his fingertips over the swell of her breast, above the lace edging of her bra. “I’d like to see your naked breasts, so I’m going to take off your bra.” His fingers continued along the other cup. “I’m not asking your permission. I’m just doing it.”
His hands glided around her, the heat of him enveloping her, and he released the hooks of her bra. She felt the fabric peel away from her body. As soon as the cool air hit her skin, her nipples hardened.
“Your breasts are quite lovely.”
She felt the light touch of something brushing her nipple, and it tightened even more.
“And I see you’re turned-on.”
She felt his face close to hers.
> “I’m turned-on, too,” he murmured in that sexy, gravelly voice.
His lips nuzzled below her ear, and she almost cried out as tingles raced down her neck and through her aching body.
He cupped her naked breasts, enveloping them in the warmth of his big hands. He kneaded them as he nuzzled her neck, then kissed downward. She gasped as he caught one nipple in his mouth. He licked it, then swirled his tongue over it. She arched against him, his mouth on one breast, his hand on the other, still caressing her. He captured her other nipple, sucking it gently at first, then with more intensity.
Finally, he drew away. She could feel his hot gaze on her.
“You look so hot standing there, your breasts naked, your nipples standing up, hard and needy. If I asked you to, would you touch yourself?”
She pulled at the chains holding her hands away from her.
“If I free your hand, would you touch your pussy? Stroke it for me?”
“Yes.”