Charmed: A Masters and Mercenar - Lexi Blake Page 0,11
laid out for us,” she said, her palms against the window.
He moved behind her, letting his hands find her waist and moving to her hips. “I want you laid out for me.”
She turned and her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. Her expression had gone serious, her eyes heating as she looked at him. Slowly, she undid the little pearl-like buttons, easing the shirt off. She let it drop to the floor. It left her in a cream-colored bra that pushed her breasts up and held them in lace like the jewels they were.
“Take it off for me, Nina.”
Her hands went to the clasp of the bra, twisting and releasing it before she offered it to him. He took it and her shirt, draping them both on the back of the sofa. This room was part library, part game room, but tonight it would be all about pleasure. “The rest of it. I told you what I wanted.”
“Yes, sir.”
She couldn’t know what that word did for him. Years of his life he’d spent not understanding what he needed from a partner. It was one of the best things that had come from Mike up and leaving him alone to take care of their family. He’d been invited to Sanctum because of Mike, and that had made a huge difference in his life. It taught him what he needed, what made him happy. What eased his soul.
Something settled deep inside him as she slid her skirt off and then dispensed with the lacy underwear that covered her. When she stood in front of him completely naked, trust in her eyes, he knew this was going to go beyond anything he’d had before.
He stepped up to her, letting his hands cup her shoulders and bringing her hair around so it hung down in auburn tresses that skimmed the tops of her breasts. He traced a line from her neck down to one tight nipple.
“Tell me what you like.”
“I like you.” She didn’t move, didn’t press herself up so he touched more of her. She simply stood there as though content to wait. “I’ll likely like anything you do, JT. You know those romances I like to read? A whole lot of them are kinky.”
Fuck. His groin tightened, and he wasn’t sure his dick could get any harder. She was offering herself up to him in the sweetest of ways, and he was determined to stay in control. “Then go sit on the pool table.”
She hesitated. “JT, I’m not exactly…how to describe this…”
It was obvious what she was talking about. He leaned in close and moved his hand to touch the mound of her pussy, to slide through all the delicious cream he found there. She’d had an orgasm and it coated her. It also was making her hesitate for fear of getting something messy.
Wealth had its privileges. “Don’t worry about the pool table. Don’t worry about the staff having to clean up. Don’t worry about anything but how we can make each other feel. Now sit on the pool table and spread your legs for me.”
“You want to be in control of this, don’t you?”
“I do,” he replied. “I want you to let me take control. I want you to trust me with your body and your pleasure.”
For a moment he worried she would walk to the sofa and get her clothes. That he’d misread her. But she crossed the room and gracefully placed herself on the edge of the elegant pool table. He’d stayed here many times, had played at that table while he talked business and drank Scotch in that good old boy way things tended to work in his world, but he would never be able to be in this room again without seeing her sitting there.
She slowly, carefully, spread her legs. “Better?”
So much better. Perfect. She was fucking perfect.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the sofa with hers. He was prepared. Always a Boy Scout, he had a condom in his wallet, and he’d moved it to his pocket when he’d realized where this was going. He crossed the space between them and placed it on the edge of the pool table.
Then he moved between her open legs, making a place for himself there. It was right where he wanted to be, where he needed to be. He wanted to be naked with her, but he couldn’t risk it yet. He still had things he needed to do to her, to