it. In control. He liked when she touched his dick or licked her tongue over him. She could initiate sex any time she wanted and he was in. But this time would be about a mutual satisfaction brought on by anticipation.
When she continued to stand there, with her hands at her sides, he pushed a little further. “The pants, Natalie. Don’t make me wait.”
Her hands went to the buckle of her belt. With aching slowness, she opened the clasp. The zipper came next, ticking down with a sound that vibrated in his head. This sexy woman knew how to play him. Knew exactly what it took to rev him up until he itched with the need to touch her,
But not yet.
“Keep going, baby.” He lowered his gaze to her legs. “Off.”
She shimmied then. Rocked her hips from side to side as she peeled the slim jeans down. Hands down the hottest striptease he’d ever seen. Heat flushed through him, and he had to force his body to remain still. When she stood back up, completely naked, he almost lost it.
He had to swallow before issuing the next command. “Get on your back on the bed. Fingertips against the wall and legs open.”
This was going to kill him. No question about it. Just watching that high, firm ass walk across the room had his erection thumping. And she knew it. She worked that walk. The gentle swing of her hips. The way she glanced back at him over her shoulder, as if to tease and lure him in.
Here he thought he was in charge. Truth was all the power lay with her. She said yes or no. She turned him on. When she harnessed that feminine strength he turned to mush. It was fucking embarrassing, but he was starting to get used to it.
Now he just had to survive the next hour. He stepped into the bedroom doorway. Neither one of them could hide in the small space. She didn’t even try. She sprawled out on the bed, that skin gleaming in the soft white light. When she spread her legs, taking her time and stretching out the process, he had to remember to swallow. He was pretty sure he’d stopped blinking, too.
As he stood there, she lowered her arms. “No, hands against the wall.”
“There’s nothing to tie me to.”
Goddamn. “Then you’ll have to be a good girl and keep those hands up.”
She shifted her legs from side to side on the mattress, blocking his view but enticing with every move. “You don’t want them on you?”
He heard a screeching sound in his brain but ignored it. “There will be time for that later. After.”
He wanted her this way first, open and free. Following his commands as he walked her through each step and brought her body to the brink. The question was whether he could survive this. He’d been dreaming about her, thinking about her, for so long. The sex they’d had before now only stirred his cravings. He wanted more.
He slipped his shirt over his head and reached for his belt. When she flinched, as if wanting to join in and help, he stopped. Dropped his hands to his sides and lifted an eyebrow. She quickly got the hint. Those palms pressed tighter against the wall.
“Nice.” And he meant all of it. Her body glowed. Every inch firm and lean, toned from exercise and all of her training, which she never gave up even once she exchanged the streets for a desk at Langley.
The pants came off next. Something inside him drove him to rip them off. He fought the sensation, choosing instead to strip them down, watching her as she watched his hands. The boots, the socks, nothing stayed on. This time would be their bodies with no barriers other than a condom.
The reminder had him picking up his jeans and digging the one out of the pocket where he had put it this morning. He clenched it between his teeth as he crawled up the bed. He would have smiled as she opened her legs to make room for him but his nerves had his body pulling tight and his emotions raw.
Settling between her thighs, he could smell her, see how wet she was before he ever touched her. This woman matched his needs so perfectly. Looking at her made him hard. Stripping for him got her ready.
He put a palm on the inside of each leg and pushed them open a little wider, inhaling her compelling