With every word she said, the world faded away. For a second in time, it was just them that remained in a space where all he saw was her strength hidden behind a wall of pain. That woman, the one she fought to find again, was the only woman he saw now.
He forced himself to blink, pulling himself away from the way she drew him in. “To be clear then, your lack of limits is because you’re trying to find yourself?”
“Yes, sir.”
Interesting.
“All right.” He paused and examined her, aching for all the rich desire she was throwing his way. “We’ll need to redefine those limits. I won’t play with you without rules. That would be wrong of me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He noted the small smile, telling him she valued decency. So did he. He’d also bet that she hadn’t been hired by his competition, but again, he couldn’t take chances. “With all that said, because you’ve given me nothing to know of what you like and don’t like, show me how you make yourself come.”
At his boldness, her mouth dropped open and eyes widened. Which was his intention. He needed to push her to look for any cracks in her resolve. To see if this woman was really as sweet and shy as she seemed or if it was all an act. “Place your foot right there.” He gestured to his left thigh.
“Really? Like right here,” she sputtered. “Make myself…like now?”
He arched an eyebrow.
“I take it that’s a yes,” she said with a long sigh. “Okay.” She placed the tip of her high heel on his knee. He glanced up her calf to her smooth thigh that led to the garters before
looking her in the eye again. “Pull your panties aside.”
Her breath hitched and cheeks flushed as she slid her manicured fingers into her panties, exposing her pussy to him. She was bare in the creases with some trimmed pubic hair on top. He stared at her sex long and hard, purposely to cause a reaction. And when he lifted his eyes to her, he found her eyelids hooded.
To push her even harder, he asked, “Tell me, Olivia, does my looking at you…wanting you…make your cunt hot and wet?”
“Yes, sir.” She breathed.
“Show me.”
The innocence in her eyes, the shyness in their depths all called to him when she dipped her fingers lower between her thighs then brought them back out, offering her hand. He reached forward and stroked the tips of his fingers across hers, delighted by the silkiness of her arousal.
With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked on his fingertips, her breath catching. “You taste as sweet as those eyes look, Olivia,” he told her, voice low.
“Thank you, sir.”
He noted her raspy breath when he gave her a sensual smile. He’d seen the way he affected women before. They often liked the look of him. But this, with Olivia, was notably different. Intense. Natural.
Bringing his hand back onto the armrest, he moved along. He needed to see her lost in pleasure. That’s the place no one could lie. “Are you able to come using your hand alone or do you need a vibrator?”
“My hand is fine, sir.”
“Very well,” he said with a nod. “Give me the show I want, Olivia.”
Her eyes fell to his chest, and he allowed that movement. Not only did it tell him this wasn’t easy for her, but he wanted her to come. For right now, however she got there was fine by him.
Slow perfect minutes went by as her fingers slowly began to increase their pace, moving faster and faster as she circled her clitoris. Her breath deepened, and soft moans spilled from her mouth in no time. Obviously, voyeurism had been a fantasy for Olivia. Now that fantasy was being met, and she found heightened pleasure.
Noah found torture. His fingers tightened around the armrest while he waited patiently, staring only at her hand in an attempt to make her comfortable. His cock hardened painfully in his pants, but he didn’t move to stroke himself for fear he’d jar her from the pleasure. Especially considering she was getting there. Her breath becoming harsher now, her body shaking, her movements jerkier.
That’s when Noah lifted his gaze to hers and found her eyes fluttering shut.
“No, Olivia, do not hide.” He leaned forward, careful not to knock off her high heel, and captured her chin. “Look right here. Nowhere else until I say otherwise.” He stared into her eyes, searching for the truth.
Soon, there in their depths was not motivation to prove something to him. He couldn’t see a hint of darkness indicating that she’d sell him out or that she was playing a role. Something entirely different appeared—something raw and beautiful and goddamn perfect.
He saw a woman claiming her sensual self because he’d given her the space to do so. He saw a woman taking back control that she’d lost. He saw a woman staring at him with gratefulness and lust.