Somewhere inside her lived the slightest morsel of fear. She wasn’t afraid of Nate, but perhaps she was afraid of herself. Unsure how she’d feel if she liked submitting as much as she’d liked the way he’d kissed her, as if he owned her pleasure.

Completely.

The room was near silent—the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning.

She stepped backwards. He moved closer. She continued towards the bed. He stalked over to her. She felt like prey. Judging from the intensity in his gaze she was the most succulent meal he’d ever wanted. She stopped when the back of her legs hit the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“You told me to kneel,” she said, her voice wobbly.

“I told you to kneel. I didn’t tell you to move.”

“Oh,” she said on a swallow. She wasn’t sure how far the game went.

He pointed to the floor. “Here.”

She began to kneel, but he grabbed her, pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her, then tucked his fingers under her chin so she was looking at him. “Hey, this is us now. Are you okay?”

She breathed a sigh of relief, so glad that he’d asked. And admittedly, a bit more turned on that he had. “Yes.”

“Do you still want this?”

She nodded. “I do.”

“No questions? No worries?”

Her natural instinct to be direct overtook her. Feeling brazen and dangerous, she grasped his hand and guided it between her legs so he could touch the damp heat of her panties. She was soaked through the cotton panel. He hissed the second he made contact. “Fuck,” he muttered, then slid his fingers across the thin fabric. She arched into him, wanting so much more. He dipped his mouth to her neck, mapping a hot trail along her skin until he reached her ear. “See how turned on you are now? You’re going to be so much wetter after you take me in your mouth for the first time. Do it now,” he said, and she felt a rush of heat that began proving his point.

She kneeled, and looked up, waiting instructions.

He raised an eyebrow appreciatively. “Unzip my jeans,” he said as he worked on his shirt, starting from the top button. She wasn’t sure where to feast her eyes, whether on him systematically undoing each button, revealing inch by inch his strong, broad chest, or on the throbbing hard length right there behind the denim.

She couldn’t look away from his hands though, especially when she saw his chest for the first time—his strong pecs, his flat and hard belly. She was tempted to stand so she could trail her long nails across his skin and watch him hitch in a breath, watch his reaction to her.

Uh-oh.

Old habits died hard. This wasn’t about what she could do to him. It was about what he was doing to her. With her eyes and fingers on his crotch, she popped open the button on his jeans, and slowly unzipped his fly, the teeth of the zipper spreading.