I gasped as I broke the kiss, and my breathing was ragged and rough as our eyes met, intensity sparking between us. I wanted to say something bold, to make it abundantly clear what I wanted, but I had no words. So I used the only thing I had: my body, my hands, my mouth. I shoved at his polo, lifting up onto my toes to rip it over his head and throw it aside. I yanked at the fly of his shorts and tugged at them until they fell off, then wasted no time removing his boxer briefs. He was naked and grabbing at me.
I stepped back, out of his reach, gazing hungrily at his beautiful, naked body. I breathed deeply, gathering courage. I peeled off my shirt, tossed it on top of his polo, on the floor. I stared hard at him as I reached to my side and unzipped my skirt, letting it pool on the floor around my feet before toeing it aside, standing in front of him now in the lingerie I’d just purchased. And, indeed, I had purchased itforhim. With him in mind. A deep, classic red, it was a sheer, see-through lace set, a bra that lifted and plumped my breasts and was sheer enough to tease him with hints of my areolae and nipples, and the underwear were…well, a whole lot of not much. A triangular wedge over my core, a strip of lace around my waist, and a thin string between my buttocks. I didn’t typically wear thongs, but I was turned on wearing this, knowing how revealing it was, how erotic. Even if he hadn’t seen it until now, I’d known I was wearing it for him, and I felt sexy and sultry.
And ready.
With his eyes on me, skating from my face to my breasts to my core and legs, I knew I’d chosen perfectly: his erection, prominently hard and thick and upright, hardened further at the sight of me in the lingerie. I could see a clear droplet of liquid beading at the very tip of his manhood, and for some reason, the sight of it made my core clench and my nipples tighten.
I twirled in a slow circle, pausing to show him my backside, posing for him. I felt a little silly posing, rising up on my toes so my butt would lift and tighten; I stopped feeling silly the moment I heard his feral snarl.
“Goddamn, Eva,” he breathed. “Legit, I could come right here right now, just lookin’ at your fine-ass body in that lingerie. You wouldn’t even have to touch me, I’d just…pop.”
“But…getting to touch you is half the fun,” I said over my shoulder, feeling bold, “and you touching me is the other half.”
“Then get over here so I can get that sexy fuckin’ lingerie off you and get to the fun part.”
I shook my head. “No, I want to do it my way.”
Facing away, I sucked in a deep breath. I reached up behind my back to pinch-and-release my bra, letting the straps slide down my shoulders so the cups sagged off my breasts, and then I let the bra fall to the floor in front of me. Then I hooked my thumbs in the strip of lace on my hips and slid it down, wiggling my hips side to side until the thong dropped off. Straightening, I resisted the impulse to hug my arms over myself to hide my breasts, and instead stood upright, hands at my sides, and kicked the lacy, racy thong away.
I pivoted to face him, and let him look at me.
And look he did. For several long moments Baxter just…stared at me. Drinking me in.
Eventually he breathed out a shaky breath. “No matter what happens, Eva, you gotta know one thing: you are, without any doubt, the single most beautiful woman I’ve ever known—and everwillknow.” He took a step toward me. “I gotta touch you now, babe. Igotta.”
“Please,” I breathed. “Pleasetouch me.”
He closed the space in a single step. His forehead nudged against mine, and his hands circled my hips. I felt his breath on my lips, and I felt his erection against me, a velvety soft presence brushing against my lower belly and my mound. I couldn’t breathe, I was dizzy and shaking all over with excitement and nerves and desire and, yes, even a little fear. I embraced it all, the fear especially. I used it all to remind myself that this was real, that I was choosing this, that this was something I wanted and was taking for myself, solely because I wanted it—him, because I wantedhim.
It wasn’t so much about the sex act as it was about the man. Yes, I was ferociously eager for the act, for the experience, but it was because of the wild, out-of-control need that Baxter Badd incited within me. I remembered all too well the decidedly lackluster experiences I’d had with Thomas, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that whatever happened with Baxter tonight would be on a totally other plane of existence.
Baxter’s hands slid up my waist and then rose to cup my breasts; I already wasn’t breathing, but when his rough, callused palms closed over my breasts, I sucked in a sharp whimpering breath. Then, when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I let out the breath in a whine.
I wanted to grasp his erection and make him come like I had before, but I also wanted to do…god, I didn’t know what. Dirty things. Dark, wild, forbidden things. Things I couldn’t currently imagine.
So, instead, I started simple. I ran my hands over his biceps, and then his shoulders, relishing the hardness of the muscle and the softness of his skin. Indulging in the beauty of his statuesque, superhero’s body. I slid my touch over his chest, flicked his nipples and delighted in the way he sucked in a sharp breath, and then traced the ridges and furrows of his powerful abs. Found my breath, finally, and then lost it again when his hands descended to my hips again, cupping their bell shape, and then I fought to breathe and managed only a whimper when a single finger traced the seam of my core.
He dipped that finger inside me, nudging the button of my clitoris just enough to make me jump and whimper. And then he backed away, dropping his hands to his sides. His gaze was fierce and serious as he stared at me.
“Go lay on the bed, Evangeline.” His tone brooked no argument.
I swallowed hard. “Don’t tell me what to do, Baxter.”
His grin was quick and sudden and infectious, and he accompanied it with a wink. “Just play along, Eva. You think I’d tell you to do anything you won’t enjoy?”
“I just…I’ve been ordered around my whole life. I’ve been obedient and submissive my whole life. I don’t want to do that here, with you. I don’t…I don’t want us having sex to be about that.”
“Then you take charge,” he said. “Take what you want from me. Order me around. I’m serious. I can play the game, babe. I want you to have a night you’ll never forget.”
I stepped forward and let my fingertips trail down his belly, finally allowed myself to wrap one hand around his manhood. “Baxter, what I want is for you to…to nottellme what to do but instead toshowme what to do. I’m not into power games, or any kind of games at all.” I gathered my courage, dredged up my daring, let the deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires bubble up and emerge as words. “What I want, Baxter, is for you tofuckme, make love to me, have sex with me, whatever you want to call it. Give me a thousand orgasms. Show me what I’ve never had. Just…don’ttalkto me about it, don’t tell me what to do—showme. I don’t need words, I need action.”
He rumbled a laugh. “Clear enough, babe. You want action, I’ll give you action.” He slid a finger deep inside me, curling it, making me weak in the knees. “I’m a talker, though, and that ain’t somethin’ I can just quit.”
He withdrew his finger, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me a few steps, and physically threw me onto the bed. I hit the mattress on my back, bounced once, and then he was on the bed, prowling toward me on all fours like the wild beast he was. His grin was feral and ravenous.
“Know what I’m gonna do now, Eva?” he murmured, his voice rumbling from his chest.
I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together, unsure what to do with my hands. My breasts were pulled to either side by gravity, which wasn’t a flattering look, in my opinion, so I hugged my arms around them on either side, propping them back up where they belonged.
