“I want to see you,” she said, trying to turn in his embrace.
“Not yet.”
“When?”
“When you are totally a slave to love,” he said.
She tipped her head back so that their eyes met. The action thrust her breasts out and made his finger run over her nipple. She shuddered again.
“I already am,” she said.
“Not like you will be,” he said.
He pinched her nipple lightly, watching carefully to see if it was too much for her. But she liked it. She bit her lower lip and her hips moved against his again.
He slid his hand around to the zipper in the side of her skirt and drew it down. The skirt slid slowly over her hips and then fell to her ankles. He glanced down to see that she had on a minute pair of panties that matched her bra. But above that she had on a garter belt that held up her hose. He took a step back and pushed her blouse off her shoulders.
He walked around in front of her. She was an image straight from a wet dream. She was hot and sexy, and as she stood there in her high heels and her decadent underwear, suddenly a slow seduction seemed like a very stupid idea. All he wanted was to rip those little panties from her body and make her his. She belonged to him.
Possessiveness wasn’t his style, but he wanted every inch of Ainsley, and he was going to claim it all.
Ainsley’s body was on fire. Steven called to her. When he finally entered her line of vision, she was surprised that he was still dressed. She didn’t feel vulnerable, as she had expected to standing in front of him, because of the lust in his eyes. He wanted her and he couldn’t stop looking at her.
The bulge of his erection also made her feel feminine, sexy. Like a woman who held power over her man. And for tonight Steven was her man. She started to take his clothes off, but he held up his finger. “Not yet.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I’m not done looking at you yet.”
She felt a sliver of fear but it passed quickly and she put her hands on her waist and cocked out one hip. “Take your time.”
“I will,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Am I yours?” she asked. No man had claimed her before. She’d had one lover before Steven—that had been in her early twenties, and now she was thirty. The sex had been okay but she knew that Steven was the type of man who’d make her come. Sex wasn’t going to just be okay. She knew she’d never look at him the same way after this. “Yes.”
He put his hands on her shoulders and held her where she was. He lowered his head and kissed her. It was the same kiss he’d given her by the car that first night but at the same time a million times more intense. He didn’t let their bodies touch at all. Just used his lips and teeth and tongue to make her his and she was helpless to do anything but respond.
She reached between their bodies and took his tie off. Drawing it out of his collar and dropping it on the floor by her skirt. Then she started unbuttoning his shirt, her fingernails scraping against the wall of his chest.
He shuddered and pulled back from her. “Do that again.”
She did, scraping her nails down his body all the way to his waistband. The skin on his stomach jumped as her touch went lower. She pushed his shirt from his shoulders and then realized she’d left his cuff links on. The shirt bound his hands. And he couldn’t touch her.
“Now you are my slave,” she said. “And you are one fine-looking slave.”
She walked around him and stood behind him as he had positioned himself behind her. She touched him from his shoulders down the center of his back and then cupped his tight buttocks. She put one arm around his chest and drew him back against her. The other arm she put around his lean waist and then she went up on her tiptoes and bit him lightly on his neck.
She unzipped his pants and let her hand drift lower inside his underwear to caress him. She rubbed her fingers up and down his length and then massaged the crown of his erection. She felt him shiver in her arms and she smiled to herself.
She was just following what he’d done to her. She unfastened his belt, drawing it slowly from around his lean waist.
She reached into the opening of his pants, touched him through his underwear and then found the opening in his boxers and let her fingers sweep inside and stroke up and down his length. He turned in her arms and knocked her off balance, but he caught her quickly, lifting her up in his arms and going to the love seat. He set her on her feet and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. Then he took off his cuff links and shrugged out of his shirt.
He stood before her, an Adonis of a man—perfectly formed. His erection stood out from his body and she felt a rush of pure desire as she realized that she had turned him on.