If she were actually his sex slave, surely his next move would be to command her to draw out his cock and pleasure him with her mouth. To wrap her lips around the head and lick, then to glide deeper, swallowing his length inside her throat.

“Ashley, will you follow whatever command I give you right now, without question?”

Goose bumps danced across her flesh. He was going to do it.

“Yes.” The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. Her heart raced. Things were getting away from her. If he actually told her to stroke his crotch, then pull down the zipper and reach inside …

God, she’d do it. The way she was feeling right now, as if she totally belonged to him … She wanted to please him. To give him whatever he wanted.

“Good. Come closer.”

She closed the few inches between them. His knee brushed against her breast as she moved and her nipples spiked. The front of the couch pressed against her body, his knees on either side of her. His long, masculine thighs open in front of her.

“Now kiss me.”

She leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders, bringing her mouth close to his. His glowing midnight eyes watched as she moved closer. His sheer masculinity, and the feeling of power emanating from him, mesmerized her. Their lips met and sparks flashed through her. His tangy male scent filled her as their mouths merged. His lips were full and firm against hers. And warm.

She moved her mouth on his and glided her tongue along the seam of his mouth, longing to be closer. He opened and she slipped inside. His mouth was warm, and tasted of wine. The heat rushing through her was intoxicating. She deepened the kiss and his arms slid around her, pulling her tight to his body. Her heart thundered against his warm, hard chest. Her nipples tingled, jutting forward. Pressing into him.

She wanted him. If he told her to strip down right now so he could take her—thrust into her right here on the floor—she would. She wanted him to.

But his lips drew away. She found herself gazing into his midnight eyes, a gleam of amusement clear in those depths. Which acted like cold water splashing over her. Bringing her to her senses.

Suddenly, she felt very conscious of her position—shamelessly draped against him—and what she’d been doing. What she’d been wanting.

And with the evidence of her hard nipples thrusting into his chest, he knew how much she wanted him.

Oh, God, I can’t believe I practically threw myself at him. But then, he’d ordered her to kiss him.

She eased back. Feeling extremely self-conscious, she retreated to the couch, needing distance between them. She sat with her ankles pressed tightly together and rested her hands on her knees.

“I thought…” Her words came out hoarse, so she cleared her throat. “I thought this wasn’t going to be sexual. Isn’t kissing crossing a line?”