“What?” She whispered.
“No hands,” he raised an eyebrow, silently pushing her, testing her.
So this was what being with a Dom was like.
Meredith had never considered herself to be especially smooth or seductive. She wasn’t really the type of girl who could just seduce a man. That so wasn’t her style. She’d definitely never undressed someone using only her teeth, but what did she have to lose?
Nothing.
She had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
She could walk away right now and go back to her room, and nothing would change. They could go back to their normal, ordinary lives. They could go back to where they’d been before. He could be her boss and she could be his nanny, but she didn’t want that.
She wanted this.
She wanted the Dom.
She wanted the passion.
She wanted him.
She wanted everything he could offer her and more.
Oh, she wanted so much more.
Besides, she knew that if she did this, she was going to have fun with him. She was probably going to have more fun than she could possibly imagine.
But she had to be brave enough to try.
Chapter Eight
“You’re over-thinking,” he warned her.
He could see it on her face: the hesitation, the desire. She wanted to be brave and to try this. She wanted to reach out and lick him with her tongue. Oh yes, she wanted that, but something was holding her back: fear, maybe.
Nervousness.
She’d never been with a guy who was as bossy as he was. Yeah, he understood that. It didn’t mean he was going to let the little princess get away with anything.
Daniel was a strong cowboy, through-and-through. He ran a successful ranch because he was determined and he didn’t back down from anything. He knew exactly how hard to push his ranch hands and he knew just how hard to push his animals.
Now he was going to push Meredith.
“Close your eyes,” he told her.
She did it.
“Now put your hands behind your back,” he whispered.
Again, she obeyed.
“You look lovely like this,” he told her.
She was still wearing her pajamas. She had on a thin black tank top with no bra, which he was certain was on purpose. Then she had on dark red pajama pants. They were soft and they showcased her lovely, curvy body. He couldn’t wait to touch her over and over again.
“Now,” he whispered. “The most wonderful thing about playing with your partner in a kinky kind of setting is the fact that you’re allowed to just feel.”
“What do you mean?” Her words were a whisper, and she didn’t open her eyes. Good girl.