She shut the door then turned back to him with a smile. “More than ready. What comes next?”
He crossed his arms, watching her closely. “You undress for me, sugar.”
She glanced from his staircase to his living room then back to his eyes. “You want me to take my clothes off right here?”
He nodded.
“While you’re still clothed?”
“Yes, but leave your lingerie on,” he told her, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed deeper. “Just lose the dress.”
She watched him, and he saw the thoughts rushing across her expression, even if he couldn’t hear them. Uncertainty showed in the nibble of her bottom lip. Concern was obvious in the furrow of her brow. Then he saw what he’d hope to see, the lift of her chin telling him that she’d pushed past all those insecurities to go after something a little more daring and exciting.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slowly unzipped her dress and then slid the straps off her shoulders. He followed her every move, letting her know how much he liked seeing her bare herself to him. Besides, he knew she’d get off on this as much as he would.
From the very first time he touched her, he’d wondered if she hungered for a new flavor where sex was concerned. Her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils indicated that he hadn’t been wrong about her desires. She wanted to be sexy and sensual. And he wanted to create those moments where she could be.
Once the fabric had fluttered to the dark hardwood floor, she kicked her dress away and remained in her high heels. Only then did he approach her, slowly arrowing in on his his target. Her.
The closer he got, the more her sugary-sweet perfume infused the air. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent fully. While her tantalizing aroma twitched his cock, the sight of her wearing the lingerie he’d bought made his balls heavy with need.
Black and dark purple lace decorated her creamy white flesh while a garter belt sat perfectly around her hips, all leading down to thigh-high stockings. She was soft and curvy and lush and ready, and it was all he could do not to slam her against the door and bury himself balls-deep inside her.
“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, Joss,” he said when he reached her.
She gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you.”
Needing a little taste, he took her chin in his hand and sealed his mouth across hers. He sensed her reach for him to deepen the kiss but he leaned away, ensuring they still had their minds straight enough for the conversation ahead of them.
Her cheeks flushed deeper when he titled her chin up, giving her the good once-over she deserved. She wore thick black liner atop her eyelids along with thick black lashes and purple shadow in a few different shades. “I’ve never seen you wear so much makeup before.”
“It seemed fitting for tonight,” she said with a soft smile. “Do you like it?”
He turned her head from side to side. She’d put in a lot of effort to look good for him tonight. “You’re gorgeous, with and without the makeup.” He dropped another quick kiss on her mouth before taking her hand. “Come. We need to chat a little bit before we begin.”
As he strode forward into the living room, he noted the odd sense of trust that he could feel between them. She didn’t doubt his motives and followed without hesitation. He liked that about her. She was like an open book, allowing him to read all the pages within.
When he reached his leather couches resting in the middle of the room, he motioned for her to sit while he moved to the stone fireplace. He needed distance, not trusting himself to be so close to her. Not with her looking like that and smelling as good as she did. Christ, he could only imagine how she tasted.
Sweet and ripe, he guessed.
To rein in those thoughts, he drew in a deep, stabilizing breath before turning to her. He found her sitting on the couch with her legs crossed like a goddess sprawled out for his taking. While the thought tempted him, he was intent on getting the night’s activities started, and long ago, he’d been taught rules that were now engrained in his soul. Clear communication being one of them.
He moved to the coffee table in front of her and took off the black velvet blanket covering the antique tray.
Her mouth formed a perfect O. He smiled at her surprise, waiting for her eyes to lift to him before addressing her. “Tonight, I’d like to use everything I’ve chosen here. Any objections?”
She visibly swallowed then studied each object with great care, gnawing on her bottom lip. “You’re going to use all of them on me?”
“Is that a problem?”
She looked from toy to toy before glancing at him again. “To be honest, I never imagined anyone would want to use all these on me.”