She smiled slowly and lifted a foot, turning it to one side, then the other. “I improvised.”
They were the shoes she’d worn to the Wings event, minus the ankle straps. Noah chuckled. “Aren’t you clever.”
“I try.” She sauntered toward him, stopping two inches away, her gaze bold on his. “Do you know what the collar is about?”
His gaze lowered to the rhinestone-encrusted leather straps around her slim throat. “I don’t know much about dominance or BDSM or whatever else is out there.” He lifted his gaze to hers with want making his cock pulse against his zipper, making his heart pound hard and fast, making his breathing shallow. “Is this…something you’re into?”
She laughed softly. “No.” She shook her hair back and ran her slim fingers over the leather straps. “But they are pretty. And the thought of giving you control for a change already has me wet.”
“Control for a change?” he asked.
“It’s been a long few weeks for you.” Her voice lowered with an edgy tone. “You’ve had me telling you what you’ll eat, when you’ll sleep, what pills you’ll take, how you’ll cook, how and when you’ll work out, what contact you will or won’t have with women.” She let her fingers slide down her throat, her chest, between her breasts. “I thought it would be a treat for you to take some control back. For you to tell me what to do for a change.” She tilted her head and her hair fell to the side. The moonlight sparkled off the rhinestones in the collar. “Would you like to take control tonight, Noah?”
A wild surge of fire flashed in his belly. Heat pooled in his groin. Split-second images of “controlling Julia” clicked in his head, no one remaining long enough to grasp on to, only ratcheting up the lust spiraling through his body.
“I like the sound of that, but I’m not sure what you’re asking. Not sure what you want.”
Julia’s fingertips slipped beneath the hem of his tee and slid across his belly at the waistband of his jeans. “That’s what’s so great about this. It’s not about what I want. It’s all about you. All about—only about—what you want. You say it; I do it.”
Every time she opened her mouth, the pressure in his cock amped. “Give me an example.”
Her nails grazed his skin, and gooseflesh rose beneath her fingers. Sensation drifted to his cock. “Julia, drop to your knees and suck me off,” she said, voice languid but deliberate. “Julia, get on all fours while I fuck you. Julia, scream my name. Julia, make me come.”
Noah’s cock must have been sucking up all his blood, because he was getting lightheaded. “My first order would be, Julia, put your hair up so I can really see that kick-ass collar around your throat, because it makes me hard.”
A slow smile lifted her mouth, and she turned, sauntering toward his bathroom. Noah’s mind spun with possible orders, still not clear how this game should be played. Julia reappeared with her hair piled on her head, her long neck exposed, those two straps close together and high on her throat. She stood in front of him, waiting, her expression expectant.
He gripped the footboard. “Lose the shirt.”
Her gaze sharpened. With slow, tantalizing movements, she eased the shirt open, let it slide off her shoulders, let it fall to the floor. Christ, she was perfect, sleek and toned, smooth and small.
“Make one, slow turn,” he ordered.
Julia obeyed, swaying her hips, moving slowly, letting him look his fill, and Christ, she was stunning. Simply, irresistibly stunning. And willing to do anything he ordered. This night would never be long enough.
When she faced him again, she clasped her hands and waited for his next order.
“On your knees in front of me.”
She dropped without touching him and lifted those big dark eyes obediently.
“Unbutton my pants,” he said.
Her tongue stroked her lips as her gaze lowered to his crotch, and Noah’s cock twitched in his jeans.
She carefully touched only his button and flipped it open, then waited.
“Unzip,” he said.
She obeyed, adding pressure to the slow slide of the zipper.
With her gaze on his crotch where his cock strained his boxers, he said nothing. Just let her wait.
“Go sit on the bed,” he finally said. “Back against the headboard.”
Instead of moving, she looked up at him. “Don’t you want me to—”
“Bed. Now.”