Make Your Move - By Samantha Hunter Page 0,29

on as he was, her nipples hard already, her skin flushed, eyes hot.

“What now?” she asked.

“The next step is very, very important,” he said with mock severity, stepping up closer and starting to take his glasses off, but she stopped him.

“No, leave them on. I…I like them,” she said, with a bit of a hitch in her voice that melted him.

“My nerdy glasses do it for you?” he said teasingly, letting his fingers drift softly over the flat plane of her stomach. “You do it for me. I’ve always loved your glasses. The contacts are fine, too, but I think the glasses are sexy,” she said, and leaned in, taking his mouth in a kiss that proved her point.

He pulled back slightly but didn’t let go. “For our experiment, I’m missing one critical piece of data.”

“Which is?”

“I need to know if there’s something secret, something you want that you’ve never done with any other man.” He paused, holding her gaze. “Tell me.”

She went quiet, looking away, and he wondered if he’d spoiled the moment.

“Wait a minute,” she said, slipping away to go to her purse, and came back a second later with a scarf that she handed to him.

“Tie it around my eyes. Blindfold me,” she said breathlessly, slightly nervous, even.

“Like this?” he said, doubling the material over a few times to make it opaque and then tying it carefully around her beautiful eyes.

“Yes.”

“And now?”

He watched her swallow deeply before she said, “And now you can do anything you want, Dan.”

There was no turning back for him.

How could she give herself to him like this and not believe in love? Dan vowed that one way or another, he would make her believe.

7

JODIE RELEASED THE breath she’d been holding as Dan tied the scarf ever so gently around her face, his hard chest pressing into her as he did so. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Vulnerable, exposed and unsure, she’d rarely been this turned on.

It was a fantasy, but one she’d never dared explore with a lover. She had a small list of lightly kinky things she’d always wanted to try but had never been trusting enough to give up the control, the awareness. Now, because he’d asked, she wanted to give him this.

“Dan?” she asked, uncertain about his silence.

“Just taking you in, sweetheart…taking my time.”

She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

He ran a hand up her arm and she shivered, staying still. It was another part of the fantasy, to be passive, to really let him do anything he wanted.

She gasped when his hand slipped inside the lace cup of her bra and pulled sharply, ripping the delicate sheath of fabric away from her skin, her breasts falling forth as she felt it fall away. It had been a damned expensive bra, she thought, but worth every penny to have him tear it off her.

“I’ll buy you another,” he growled against her breasts, burying his face in the softness there, suckling one eager nipple, then the other, then back again until she was leaning on the desk to support herself.

Her fantasy wasn’t disappointing her in the least—everything was so much more of a surprise, so intense, when she had no idea what was going to happen next. And Dan was proving good at surprising her.

“You’re beautiful, Jodie…I want you so much I hardly know where to start,” he said raggedly, planted between her thighs, exploring the inner shell of her ear with his tongue until she was so wet she almost worried about his desk. She could feel the material of his clothes against her naked skin. He was still dressed. The friction of the fabric was erotic, and she rubbed against him shamelessly, seeking out every tactile sensation she could in the absence of sight.

He worked his way down her body, pushing her legs open wider and she felt his shoulders inside of her knees.

“Oh yes,” she breathed, every nerve ending in her body waiting in delicious anticipation of what she thought he would do.

Waiting for the soft kiss that she loved, but she heard him searching for something on the desk, and the sound like a package opening. Protection?

She jumped in surprise when he touched her again, a whoosh of breath making her dizzy as he found the hard knot of her clit with…something.

“Dan…what is that?”

“A textured silicon glove. I’ve been testing them for the manufacturer. It hit me they could have other, more creative uses than what they’re normally used for,” he said,