His warm hands slid over her now bare shoulders, skimming the sleeves of her dress down her arms to her waist. He pushed the rest of the material over her hips and let it drop to the floor at her feet. He was still standing behind her and slightly to the side so he could look at the window and see the front of her body reflecting in the glass.
“No bra,” he said on a groan while the fingers of one hand brushed along her spine, causing her breasts to swell and tighten even more. “How the fuck did I not know this all night long?”
Surprise, she thought with a wicked smile of her own. It wasn’t often she could get one up on this man, and it was fun to see his shock. “The dress has a built-in bra, so there’s no need to wear one.”
He grabbed one of her hands and helped her step out of the pool of fabric on the ground so she didn’t trip over it in her heels, then led her back around the couch until she was standing a few feet away from the sofa. As she watched, he removed the cufflinks on his white dress shirt, set them on a nearby side table, then finished unfastening the rest of the buttons down the front. He shrugged out of the shirt and draped it over a chair, toed off his shoes and took off his socks, then strolled over to the leather couch.
She’d expected him to sit on the sofa like he normally did, but instead he lowered himself to the hardwood floor so he was sitting with his back braced against the front of the couch.
“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.
He unfastened his pants, lowered the zipper, and pushed his briefs down just enough to free his already thick, hard erection. “I’m making myself comfortable,” he said with a smirk.
“I would think that sitting on the sofa would be much more comfortable than the hard floor,” she said, still confused.
“I’m leaving room on the couch for you to be comfortable.” The sinful gleam in his eyes told her that whatever he had in mind tonight, it probably wasn’t going to be anything less than mind-blowingly erotic.
He hadn’t told her she could move, and knowing the kind of games he liked to play—the kind where he dominated and she submitted—she patiently waited for his next order.
His heated gaze took a leisurely journey down her body, taking in her naked breasts, the lacy black panties she was wearing, the thigh-high stockings encasing her legs, and the black strappy heels on her feet. Her body felt flushed from his scorching perusal. The cock he’d released from his pants twitched, but he didn’t touch his erection as he just as slowly lifted his eyes back up to her face.
“Take all the pins out of your hair,” he ordered in a raspy voice.
Lifting her hands, she started plucking the pins that held the intricate design of her hair in place. It seemed like such an intimate thing to do, and it made her feel luxuriously sensual. With him watching as every wavy strand of hair she released fell around her shoulders and down her back, she thought about the present she had for him.
“So, I have a surprise for you,” she said as another wavy length of hair cascaded down her chest, and the ends curled around her nipple like a kiss.
He stared enviously at that piece of hair and licked his lips, as if he wanted to be the one to touch his tongue to the budding tip. For as effortlessly as this man could seduce her, it was moments like these that made her realize just how much power she had over him, how easily she could influence and bewitch him by just doing whatever he asked.
“I can’t imagine anything better than what I’m looking at right now.” His hand moved to his shaft, and his fingers wrapped tight around the girth and stroked the length. “You are a fucking goddess.”
She tried to keep her mind focused, which wasn’t easy to do when the sight of him slowly, leisurely pumping his cock through his hand turned her on just as much as it did him. “A month ago, right after the first time we were together, I had my doctor put me on birth control.” Done pulling all the pins from her hair, she set them on the table with his cufflinks, then sifted her fingers through the strands to dishevel them a bit. “How do you feel about fucking me without a condom?”
His body visibly shuddered and he groaned. He squeezed his erection, and a drop of fluid beaded on the tip of his shaft, which he brushed away with his thumb.
He glanced up at her with a stupid-happy grin on his face. “That is the best fucking surprise ever.”
She laughed, then sighed. “Men are so easy.”
“Guilty,” he admitted unabashedly, then his gaze turned serious. “Just so you know, I had my yearly right before we met, and I’m clean. I’d never risk you that way.”
“I know.” And she meant it. She trusted Jackson irrevocably with her body . . . it was her heart that she was having a more difficult time handing over to him. But that was her own doubts and insecurities to deal with. Her feelings for Jackson were stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. She just needed to find the courage to take that one last leap of faith with him. Soon.
He widened his legs and bent his knees slightly, then crooked his finger at her. “Come here, Tara.”
She strolled forward, putting a deliberate sway in her hips that he didn’t miss, and stopped when she was standing right between his spread legs. He let go of his cock and skimmed his hands up both her stockinged legs. When he reached the lacy bands around her thighs, he brushed his fingertips over that exposed strip of flesh and up to the sides of her panties that rode low on her hips.
He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band. “You won’t be needing these,” he said with a lascivious grin as he gradually dragged the lacy scrap of fabric down her legs and bared the most intimate part of her. “The stockings and heels stay on.”
He lifted one foot, then the other, removing her underwear and tossing it aside. Then he positioned one stiletto by his right hip and the other on his left, so she stood above him, her legs braced apart . . . the lips of her sex parted so that he could see, well, everything.
A few weeks ago, she would have been dying of embarrassment, but watching the desperate way he fisted his hard cock, along with the fog of lust etching his expression, had her pulse beating harder, faster, and need and arousal simmering through her veins.
“Fucking perfect,” he said on a low, hungry growl that made her shiver in response. He put his head back on the couch cushion, resting it there, his eyes still open and trained on hers. “Come up onto the couch, sweetheart, and put your knees on either side of my head. I want my mouth and tongue on your pussy.”
The breath seemed to collapse from her lungs. Just when she thought she had this man figured out, or he’d tapped out with every sexual trick in the book, he managed to add another level of eroticism to the mix.
His hands slid up the backs of her legs, urging her forward, his eyes hot and filled with the promise of ecstasy. The kind that would have her moaning and trembling in no time flat because he was that good. There was no resisting him and what he want