“How about something for starters?” she suggested.
His expression hardened. “Okay,” he said suddenly. He pushed her onto her back and hovered over her. His warm hand drifted down her bare belly and skimmed lightly over her sex. Her body went tense with excitement. “Spread your thighs,” he murmured. She widened her legs. “That’s one thing.”
He began moving just the edge of his hand flirtingly along the crevice of her labia, up and down, up and down. That teasing caress in combination with his lambent stare down at her had her tingling in anticipation. She realized belatedly she hadn’t understood what the one thing was. He noticed her raised brows. “When I ask you to do something, and you do it without questioning me,” he explained.
“Are you saying it turns you on when I’m a pushover?”
“No. It turns me on that we’re so in sync.”
“Oh,” she whispered, a little stunned. Was that the key to why things were so boiling hot between them? That they were so attuned to one another?
“But I’ll admit, it does turn me on when you submit. That’s far from being the same thing as being a pushover,” he added gruffly. “It’s a much more complicated, charged dynamic than that.”
She felt her pulse thrumming wildly at her throat. What he’d said had excited her. She wasn’t sure that she liked the fact, but his primal masculinity and dominant manner of lovemaking did turn her on.
And she had said she’d be honest . . .
“At the risk of having you boss me around for three weeks, I’ll admit it turns me on when you take control.”
A smile flickered across his hard mouth. His sawing hand lowered. The ridge of his finger burrowed just a fraction of an inch between her labia, creating a light, flickering pressure on her clit. She bit off a whimper.
“I’m not going to boss you around outside of sex,” he said, amusement tingeing his tone. She gave him a skeptical look. “And outside of concern for your safety.”
“From the description of this little sex-cation we’ve come up with thus far, that pretty much covers all the bases, doesn’t it?”
His low, rough laughter was delicious.
“Knowing you, you’ll have no problem putting me in my place if I get away from myself. And remember. You can always say no. Spread your legs wider,” he murmured, his mirth fading. He moved his hand when she opened even farther for him. She burned beneath his stare as he idly rubbed the cream that had gathered on the edge of his forefinger onto her hip while he stared fixedly between her legs.
“It would turn me on if you shaved,” he said, his gaze leaping up to her face. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t like your pussy being hidden from me in any way. But it’s up to you.”
Well. They had agreed to no-holds-barred honesty. Gia forced her mouth closed.
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“Okay. Lots of women shave or wax, right? And you do. I like it. That you do, I mean,” she finished clumsily. She more than liked his round, full testicles. She recalled how he’d cupped and massaged them gently in his hand while she’d jacked his staff. “It would be a real shame to hide those.” She said her last thought out loud, her gaze flickering down his ridged abdomen to his cock. He’d hardened again. Her body quickened in excitement. She reached for him instinctively, but he caught her wrist and pinned it next to her ear on the pillow.
“I’m glad you think so,” he said amusedly. “I feel the same way about this,” he said, letting her wrist go and cupping her sex. Heat rushed through her. She just stared up at him. He was so big. It turned her on when he held her like that. Better not to think of how much it aroused her when he held her that way with his left hand and stimulated her with that wicked ring. “I admitted to you earlier I’d seen a few of your movies. You may not be aware of it, but you regulate what you give away to the world. Just a hint of you is enough to have people lining up on the streets to catch a glimpse. I want all of you, Gia. I want you completely exposed to me.”
She glanced at his face, surprised by his sudden intensity. His hand shifted between her thighs.
“You don’t ask for much, do you?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t like things in half measure. In your case, that preference seems exponentially strong.”
Her gaze stuck to his amber eyes as his deep voice reverberated around in her head.
“Okay. I’ll go shower now and shave.”
He leaned down and pressed his small smile to her lips.
Twelve
Seth told her he had new razors, scissors and high-quality shaving cream in his bag. She’d never shaved before, so she took her time in the hot shower. Thinking of Seth’s reaction when she was completely naked for him added an element of excitement to the focus and care required for the procedure. Maybe she’d get a Hollywood wax at some point. It had been something she’d considered in the past anyway. Although she supposed she couldn’t get one during her current predicament. Seth wouldn’t let her go out without her disguise, and the beauty technician surely would be shocked to find out her male customer wasn’t a male at all.
By the time their sex-cation was over, getting a wax might just depress her though. Seth wouldn’t be in her life anymore, after all.
She suppressed the disturbing thought determinedly. That time wasn’t now.