“No, you’re not. Neither am I.”
Still holding her stare, he once again brushed his fingers against her mound, his fingertips finding the cleft between her labia. He rubbed gently against the silk. The subtle pressure made her tremble.
“You’re like something out of a fantasy. So beautiful. So primed to my touch.”
She exhaled shakily and reached for him, longing to dig her fingers in his hair. He stopped her by grabbing her wrists and placing them at her sides.
“Keep them there, or I’ll tie them behind your back.” His tone was mild enough, but the flash of steel in his stare told her he was serious. He cradled her hips in both his hands, then ran his palms along her waist and the sides of her body. She shivered in pleasure.
“Cold?” he murmured.
“No,” she replied. The summer air was warm and a little muggy. It was his skimming hands that were making her tremble. He brushed his hands over the top of her breasts. His forefingers dipped beneath the clinging lace, pushing the fabric beneath her nipples. His low, rough growl of satisfaction caused arousal to stab at her clit.
“Look at that,” he muttered, his gaze glued to her protruding nipples. “You’re the feast here tonight, Alice. I’m going to savor you.” His stare flickered up to her face. “And then I’m going to gorge myself on you. Are you ready for that?”
The edge to his lust intimidated her a little, but also excited her hugely.
“Without a doubt.”
His mouth softened slightly at her eager reply. He lowered her gown down to her waist, baring her breasts completely.
“Good. Let’s start with some appetizers and champagne.” He leaned forward. With his hands at her hips, he pushed her back slightly, as though he wanted a full view of her. He grasped her wrists and raised her hands. “Touch your breasts.”
Alice cupped the mounds uncertainly. His request made her a little self-conscious. Especially when he leaned back in his chair and picked up his champagne glass. He took a sip, watching her all the while like a hawk about to pounce on its prey.
“You have uncommonly beautiful breasts. Firm. Soft. Fat pink nipples that turn so hard with the slightest stimulation. Touch them now,” he commanded gruffly. Alice ran her fingertips over the crests, loving the way his eyes narrowed and glittered greedily. With his elbow on the arm of the chair, he pressed his fingertips against his whiskered jaw and mouth in a manner that distracted Alice thoroughly. All the things he’d said about her breasts struck her as true for the first time. The skin felt satiny smooth beneath her hands, the mounds firm and soft. Her nipples stiffened beneath her circling fingertips and Dylan’s hot, focused stare. Experiencing her power over him thrilled her. She pinched lightly at the beading crests. Recalling something he’d done in the den this afternoon that he seemed to enjoy, she lifted the mounds and released, bouncing them softly.
He groaned roughly through a snarl. “Again,” he said. She gladly complied. His little game was turning her on. She bounced her breasts. He took a sip of his champagne and watched while she pinched at her nipples. His hand moved to his crotch. Alice moaned shakily, watching him while he stroked his cock through his clothing as intently as he watched her.
“I’m showing you mine. Show me yours.”
A smile curved his mouth. “Would you like that?” he asked, still rubbing his hand up and down along the shaft of his cock slowly. He was killing her. She could see the outline of him clearly though his pants, his stroking fingers molding the fabric against his erection. Her mouth watered.
“Yes, please.”
“How can I refuse a polite request from Alice Reed when the occurrence is so seldom,” he said, smiling at her frown. He fleetly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. He kicked off his shoes and drew off his socks before standing to remove his pants and boxer briefs completely. Alice watched in mounting excitement. He sat back down in his chair and lifted his shirt. She gasped softly at the vision of his erect cock lying against his taut belly, the candlelight casting it in a rosy gold hue.
He cupped his round, shaved testicles and slid his hand along the shaft. She shivered in excitement.
“I wouldn’t have agreed to do it if I thought you’d stop,” he said with a dark glance.
Alice blinked. She’d been so mesmerized by the sight of him, her hands had fallen to her sides.