My brows lift.
He meets my stare with deep brown eyes.
“Say what?”
He smiles, wicked and cruel. Delight rushes through me. “Love,” he says with a hoarse voice.
My lips part. “Have I not mentioned that I’m pretty much completely in love with you?”
His chest rumbles in approval.
“I could mention that you haven’t exactly expressed that sentiment yourself, but I think we’ll have time for expressions of devotion later.” I’d been careful not to think too specifically about this little idea of mine because I wanted there to be at least a bit of surprise.
I unbutton my black shorts and wiggle them off my hips. Jarron goes predator still, eyes locked on my newly exposed skin. “Don’t move,” I remind him because the intensity he’s giving now is so charged it feels like he’s going to pounce any second.
We both know those cuffs aren’t stopping him physically. One flick of his wrists and he’ll be free to take me in his arms.
He doesn’t react to my words, but I continue on with my little show. I pull off my top quickly, tossing it to the ground between us. His intense stare flicks to the place it lands and then back.
I’m not sure he’s breathing anymore. We’ve had some very intimate moments, but this is the most he’s seen of my body, at least since we were younger in bathing suits. This is different in many ways. I am different now.
I get the feeling he’s trying to memorize every inch of my body his eyes can drink in. I like that a lot.
I step back and sit on the armchair a few feet away.
“Would you like to see what you missed the other day?”
He releases a shaky breath.
“Answer,” I whisper.
“Yes,” he forces out. “Show me,” he demands, voice taking on that echoey quality. It shouldn’t turn me on even more to know that his demon is just as eager for the show.
For the next few minutes, I make it a show of soft caresses over the top of my panties. His muscles bunch, straining at the cuffs. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he watches every stroke.
“Free yourself,” I tell him. The cuffs snap in an instant, then he drops to his knees and crawls across the floor until he’s at my feet. Fuck, I like that a little too much.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“Yes,” I pant, practically ready to beg for it now. His hands find my knees first. His silver rings scrape against my skin as he slides off my underwear. Then, his hands make their way back up my thighs and then—stop.
“Show me,” he says.
My eyes flare, belly flipping, and then I obey. He watches closely, as I touch myself, inches from his face. I sink deeper into the cushions, eyes fluttering closed. Pleasure and excitement making it hard to think.
What do you want? Tell me. Show me.
I suck in a breath. My eyes fly open. I heard his thoughts.
He watches every stroke, memorizing what I like.
But I want more.
I wanthim.
So, I imagine what I’d love him to do for our next steps, and without missing a beat, he does exactly as I imagined. He grips my hips and tugs me onto him, falling back to the floor so that I’m on top of him.
“Take me,” I pant. “Take me now, please.”
