Wicked
turning to place it on the chair of the vanity across from the bed. When she turned back to him, she smiled.“Don’t be all day about it, Blair.”
“These are very expensive clothes, Rand. I have to be careful with them.” She undid the buttons on her blouse. One by one. Slow and easy, keeping eye contact with him. Watching every breath he took, the way his nostrils flared, the way his gaze moved down the row of buttons with her fingers. The heat of his eyes singed every inch of skin as she undressed for him. Taking this much time to remove her clothes was excruciating. She wanted to rip them off and get naked so he would touch her. But she wanted to tease him, to make him anticipate.
Or maybe she just wanted to dare him to take her. So far he was showing amazing restraint as she finished the last button on her blouse and spread it apart, letting it slide off her shoulders and skim down her arms. It floated to the floor. She left her bra alone and reached for the side button of her skirt.
“You’re not moving fast enough. How expensive is that skirt?”
“Oh. Very.”
In a flash he had her in his arms. The button on her skirt went flying, the zipper tearing as he lost the last of his restraint. She gasped as he made short work of yanking the skirt down and ripping her panties off.
“I’ll replace it.”
Like she cared.
He held her against his chest and with one hand reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bra, then stepped back, drawing the straps down her arms as he did. His gaze roamed over her naked flesh, her body reacting in the same way it would as if he touched her. Her lips parted, and she fought for air as she tried to anticipate what he had in store for her.
“Let’s try out this new bed,” he said, drawing her hand in his and motioning her to the bed with the other. “Get up there and put your hands on the canopy.”
She knew he’d like that part of the bed. He held her hand while she climbed onto the mattress, then grasped the top rail of the canopy. Oh, she’d measured everything, made sure she could comfortably reach the top rail. Not that she expected to ever have the pleasure of using it, but she knew Rand’s desires and figured some woman would.
Yeah. Her. She was that woman. Standing on her bed, gripping her canopy. She shivered in anticipation as she looked down at Rand.
He removed his gun holster, unbuckled his belt, slipping it through the loops of his jeans and holding it in the palm of his hands. She smiled down at him, wondering if he’d spank her with it.
Did she want him to? She grabbed her bottom lip with her teeth and watched intently as he laid the belt on the chair in the corner between the nightstand and dresser.
“No, baby,” he said as he turned back to her. “If I smack that fine ass of yours, it’s going to be with my hand. I want to feel your skin heat up with every swat.”
She inhaled sharply and kept her thoughts to herself, watching as he peeled his shirt off, revealing his bronzed chest, then went to work on his jeans. Like her, he tormented her with a slow revelation of his golden body. Impatient, she wanted him to hurry and undress. But he took his damn sweet time, flipping the button open on his jeans, then drawing the zipper down, pausing to look up at her as his knuckles brushed his hard-on.
God, that was hot. She wanted to touch him, to undress him, to unveil his cock and engulf it with her mouth. She swallowed and stayed silent, her palms beginning to sweat as she held on to the canopy rail.
“Good girl,” he said, shucking his jeans to the floor and casting them aside. He walked toward the bed, and she tensed, every part of her taut and ready for his touch.
“Spread your legs.”
The extra-firm mattress made it easy to stand on. She gripped the top of the canopy and widened her stance, wanting to make sure he saw everything between her legs he wanted to see.
“Now, that’s a goddamn picture,” he said, tilting his head to study her. “I’d love to have a photograph of you like this. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
She always felt beautiful when he looked at her. Her skin flushed from his perusal, her nipples thrusting forward, eager for his mouth to capture each one. Moisture gathered between her pussy lips, a quivering excitement pulsing at her clit.
Please, please touch me.
Like a mind reader, he reached between her legs, teasing her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, keeping his gaze focused on her face.
When she designed the bed, she knew her height, and his, and configured the entire setup so that if she were standing on this bed and he standing on the floor, his mouth would be at the right level to her—
“Oh, my.” Yes, that was absolutely perfect.
He’d grasped her buttocks and drew her pussy against his mouth, his tongue swirling over her needy clit. She wanted to thread her fingers into his hair, to pull him even closer, but she held on to the bar of the canopy and thrust her hips against his face, feeding him.
He pulled away and looked up at her. “You like this?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me hear you.”
She’d never been very verbal before. Then again, what man before Rand had given her reason to be?
He looked at her and snaked his tongue out to swirl around her clit, lifting her legs off the bed and onto his shoulders. He ate her pussy this way, his mouth clamping down on her clit to suck at it, hard.
“Oh, God, Rand! Yes!” she cried, not even realizing she’d said the words aloud until