Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,48
what I’d seen in him. Like my opinion mattered.
“More than you think,” I said, winking to tease him. But I softened it with a gentle smile, too. The razor’s edge of power flicked back and forth between us both, a delicate dance.
I let the statement become innuendo by stepping backward so I could look him up and down. As I did, my fingertips trailed over his collarbones and across the red, smooth straps that crisscrossed his chest, straight down to his nipples.
My heart hammered at my ears, the delicate nubs deliciously hard under my sensitive fingertips.
“Even more than I’d hoped for,” I whispered, my gaze finally slipping past his chest as I made it clearer than ever what I craved. The bulge pressed against shining black latex, enough of a line pressed into his tight briefs that it was clear he was just as turned on as me.
I’d felt his hard-on when we danced together, straining at my self-control. It was impossible to ignore the urge to lavish attention on him the moment the opportunity arose. So to speak.
If only I could have tempted him into the playroom… but for now, this was better. Our first time—or so I hoped, because my balls would be bluer than the frigging ocean if he sent me home now—it was just for us.
I wanted to be his, at last. To give myself just to him. And then he could show me off later, when he finally accepted the power I was offering him.
Rex said nothing, his hands locked behind his back as he stood rooted to the spot. Yet despite my fingertips circling his nipples, he gave no sign of being affected apart from his heavier breathing.
Like he knew that unyielding stare was what I craved.
He inspected me, his head tipped just slightly to one side, like he was weighing up my silent pleading. Judging if I was worthy of him.
Fuck, and there I went—getting hard in my suddenly unbearably tight leather shorts, sparks dancing across every inch of bare skin I suddenly remembered was on display.
Somehow, with him by my side, the rushes of cool air against my chest and back had stopped making me self-conscious the moment I’d gotten into the taxi. Strolling through the lobby in less than I usually wore to the beach had felt like second nature.
What the hell was Rex doing to me?
I squirmed on the spot, my toes curling into the floor as I gulped. His inspection was slow and methodical. In an effort to fan the flames of desperation that licked up my thighs and straight into my belly, I flicked my fingertips across his nipples.
But Rex stepped back with a chiding head shake and fixed me with a stare that kept me from chasing after him. Instead, he walked around me in a slow circle.
I held perfectly still, my pulse fluttering in my throat. I could hardly breathe with anticipation. I wasn’t even trying to tense up every muscle in my body for show. He just had that effect on me, the arousal tight and so hot it made me almost burst from the effort of holding back.
At last, after one and a half complete circles around me, Rex’s warm palm touched my shoulder blade.
I whimpered, my nipples hard and cock harder as my thighs trembled. If I stared into the huge plate glass windows ahead of me, the night showed his reflection, but only the outlines. I was left to fill in the blanks myself, like the intensity of his stare.
Rex’s touch dragged along my back to my bicep and then across the gap to my chest as he came to stand in front of me again. Every fucking inch that he touched lit up like a Christmas tree, begging for more.
Without warning, he turned my trick on me and dragged his fingertip around one nipple, then flicked it harshly with a fingernail.
I gasped and almost buckled at the knees, a hoarse cry escaping as the impact shuddered through me like a lightning bolt starting fires in its wake.
Every inch of me was awake—alive—and hungry.
“Rex,” I begged, my voice thin and needy already. The air between us shuddered with unpredictable static. I couldn’t tell what he’d do next, but I was transfixed and needy.
And fuck, my cock strained against my shorts, tenting the unforgiving fabric. The head was trapped against my thigh, pulsating angrily. But when I reached down to try to adjust myself, Rex smacked my hand away.