She would to it. And she was more than willing to play his game.
“You want me to take my clothes off in the middle of your kitchen.”
Again he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Right here in the kitchen,” she said slowly glancing around.
“Right here,” he answered. “Everything off.”
“I got that, but you have to promise not to touch me until I say you can.”
He arched an eyebrow but nodded, a ghost of a smile toying with the corners of his mouth.
Bobbi moved forward slowly and when Shane would have said something she shook her head and held her forefinger to her lips. She paused, just in front of him, and bent over to unlace her boots. Once they were loose she kicked them off and began to slowly unbutton her blouse as she crossed the entire open space and stood in front of a large mirror on the opposite wall.
Bobbi gazed in mirror and watched Shane closely as she undid the last button. For a heartbeat, she paused, and then slowly slid the silk off her skin, where it fell to the floor at her feet.
Her eyes never left Shane.
There was an entire room between them and yet she felt the heat of his desire as if he was standing right next to her.
She knew from the angle that he couldn’t see anything but the back of her body and her eyes.
Carefully her fingers undid her bra clasp and she watched him shift, like he was uncomfortable, and the small black wisp of a garment joined her blouse. Shane started forward but her hoarse voice shut him down. “Not yet.”
Her eyes still on him through the mirror, she let her fingers walk across her aching breasts, touching lightly at her hard nipples. Once. Twice. And then a third time. She knew Shane couldn’t see what she was doing, but he sure as hell knew what she was touching.
Her hands eventually fell to the button at her waistband and she undid it and pulled her zipper down enough for her to wiggle her jeans down over her hips. Again, she did this slowly, with care, aware that Shane’s eyes were now glued to her butt and if he remembered her well enough he would know that…
“Fucking hell,” he said hoarsely.
She was bent over now, pulling her jeans down her legs, exposing her bare ass to him as she did so. Bobbi wasn’t fond of panties and going commando was one of her little guilty pleasures. It used to drive Shane bat-shit crazy.
Especially when she used to go out in a short skirt.
Once her jeans were free, she nudged them to the side and cleared her throat, garnering his attention once more as he dragged his gaze from her naked ass back up to her eyes. Sweat gleamed along his forehead and she saw the veins that strained in his neck. He was riding close to the edge and the power she felt in that moment was heady.
He made a noise and she shook her head, “not yet.”
The look in his eyes now, was much darker and a thrill rolled through Bobbi as she spread her legs slightly. Her chest was heaving, her breathing erratic as she watched him watching her. When her fingers moved down her belly and then sank into the wetness between her legs, she moaned, her desire rank and powerful as Shane watched her.
Again he tried to see what she was doing but he couldn’t.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered as she continued to stroke herself. “Take your clothes off.”
Shane’s long sleeve Henley was over his head and on the floor in two seconds flat. He tugged his boots off, tossed them and his jeans followed suit. In less than a minute he was completely naked and unlike Shane, Bobbi had no problem seeing every inch of him.
He stood, almost glaring at her, hands fisted to his sides as they stared at each other through the mirror. Her fingers were between her legs, and deep inside she felt the beginnings of an orgasm beckon.
Shane’s body had always been impressive. He was tall, well over six feet in height, with powerful shoulders and abs any athlete would kill for. Her eyes ran over his chest. Over the intricate tattoo on his right pectoral—a new one—until she saw the Gaelic symbol on his bicep.
Her tattoo.
Something tugged at her then. A powerful emotion that she knew had no business rearing its head here. This was all about the physical. She needed to shut that emotional shit down right now.
Quickly her gaze dropped to his erection and she bit her lip as she continued to work herself and watch him. Her belly clenched, muscles tightening as she teased her clitoris and coaxed the orgasm that was there, just at the edge.
When he strode forward she couldn’t speak.