Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,49

back of my mind, I realized that putting some distance between us was smart if he wanted a full-length view. But even better, it gave me a full look at him.

And boy, was he ever something to look at. His tailored suit fit like it was custom-made, which it probably was. He was still wearing his shoes – probably Italian – along with a classic red necktie.

From head to toe, he looked exactly like what he was – a wealthy, powerful man who was accustomed to getting what he wanted. And for whatever reason, what he wanted now was me.

And the feeling was more than mutual.

As he appraised me in the confined space, I appraised him too, marveling at his masculine perfection. He was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and dark, smoldering eyes – eyes that made me feel nearly naked already in spite of the fact that I'd yet to remove a single item of clothing.

His gaze raked the length of me before he said, "Pants first."

I gave a shaky laugh. "Why?"

"Because I want to see you in your panties." Again, his tone grew teasing. "You are wearing them, aren't you?"

Yes. I was. And by some miracle, I was actually wearing one of my favorite pairs. They were black and lacy and definitely on the skimpy side.

Thank goodness for small favors.

Now if only the rest of my clothes were half as sexy. But they weren't.

If I'd known any of this was going to happen, I would've worn different pajama pants, maybe something silky or tight. And forget the pink fuzzy slippers. I would've left them in my closet and padded around barefoot if I had to.

With an embarrassed laugh, I said, "What about the slippers?"

His gaze dipped to my feet. "I like 'em."

I almost giggled. "You do not."

"Wanna bet?" he said. "Matter of fact, keep 'em on."

"But I can't." I glanced down. "I mean, logistically."

"Sure you can." His gaze drifted to my pelvis. "Matter of fact, just lower the pants."

"What do you mean?"

"Keep them on, but push them down."

This was also unexpected. Breathlessly I asked, "How far?"

"As far as your ankles," he said. "And do it nice and slow."

With a hard swallow, I moved both hands to my waist and gave the fabric a slow push downward, sliding the waistband first past my hips and then past the intersection of my thighs.

As I did this, I kept my gaze trained on the guy watching me, wondering if this was what he had in mind.

From the look in his eyes, it was exactly what he'd wanted. And he wasn't disappointed.

But when I started to bend my knees to push the fabric lower, he said, "Keep your legs straight." He gave me a long, lingering look. "I want to see you bend over."

I hesitated. "So, do you want me turn around, or—"

"No. I want you facing me." He smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing. "And as far as your ass, trust me. I'll be getting a good long look before the night's over."

"Oh, really?"

He gave a slow nod. "Now go ahead. I'm waiting."

Slowly, I did as he asked, feeling nearly obscene as I bent over and pushed my pajama pants down until the thick fabric was pooled over my slippers. I tried to watch him as I did this, but at the very end, the angle of my head made it pretty much impossible.

Still, when I straightened, I got a nice long look at Mason, watching me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. With a slow smile, he said, "You're perfection. You know that?"

No. I didn't, not in the big scheme of things.

After all, I knew the kind of women Mason had been linked with in the past. They were perfection, at least in every photo I'd seen.

But me? I was just a normal girl.

And yet, I was feeling sexier than I ever had in my whole life as Mason's gaze raked the length of me, as if I were truly perfect.

In a quiet voice, he said, "Now the shirt. Nice and slow, remember?"

Oh, I remembered. And I was liking this far more than I might've anticipated.

I was wearing a thin tank top with no bra. With trembling hands, I reached for the lower hem and slowly started lifting it. So far, Mason and I had only shared a single kiss. And yet, I was already warm and slick with excitement.

It was totally crazy, but somehow this felt more intimate