Max obeyed, his look full of anticipation. The confusion gone, all she could see in him was want. Plain and simple.
This time when she attacked his belt she did not stop until it hung loose at his waist and in one smooth move the zipper was down. For a quick second she felt a flash of apprehension. Was she ready for this? What must he think of her? But as fast as the thought flew into her head she quashed it. Silken McCullen was no wimp and there was no way she would chicken out now.
Straddling Max’s legs, Silken leaned forward and kissed the skin just above his navel. He jumped then settled back with a sigh. Sliding her lips lower, she tickled the soft hairs, trailing a path from his navel to the top of his shorts. The sound of Max’s breathing grew louder, his nostrils flaring, his breath quickening as she moved lower and lower still.
She was teasing the hell out of this man, going so close but not quite there, and she was having the time of her life. Oh, Max, you have no idea what a crazy woman you hooked up with.
She slipped her thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and slid them down, ever so slightly, just enough to expose the smooth skin of his hips. There, she lowered her lips to feather soft kisses across that sensitive spot, drawing guttural groans from deep within his throat.
And then he moved. “Enough.” One word, hoarse but firm, and then he was getting up off the sofa with Silken in his arms.
“Hey,” she squealed as he lifted her even higher and began to stride toward the door. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
“You can boss me around all you want,” he grunted, “but we’ll do it somewhere comfortable. The den is not it.” Silken shut up then. He was taking her to his bedroom. Things were moving exactly in the direction she’d hoped. But now that it was time, her already agitated heart began to pound.
She’d been acting like the big bad wolf and now it was time to deliver on her bold promise.
And even though she was scared witless she was determined to do just that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Max got to the landing, Silken in his arms, he walked down the hallway, straight to his master bedroom where he pushed the door open with his foot. He didn’t know what had come over Silken, changing from calm to almost aloof to a hot-blooded vixen all in one night, but it was a change that suited him fine…because, God knew he’d been wanting her all night.
Gently, he laid her in the middle of the king-sized bed and as he did so he looked up into her eyes. For one brief moment he thought he saw a look of uncertainty there but then, in a flash, it was gone.
Before he could ask if she was all right – he wanted to be sure she was ready for this – the audacious fire returned to her eyes and she reached up and snaked her arm around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him on the lips. Then just as quickly, she released him.
“Lie down,” she ordered, her mouth curving into a mischievous smile. When he didn’t move right away she hopped off the bed and gave him a shove, sending him tumbling back into the pillows.
Amused, Max lay there staring up at her. What the heck was Silken up to? Shy girl turned dominatrix? He liked that.
As sexy as that idea was, he had no time to dwell on that further because Silken dropped to her knees, slid his shoes and socks off his feet and began to tug at the cuffs of his pants. The girl meant business.
He raised his h*ps to help her out and soon she’d pulled his trousers off and dropped them to the floor, leaving him in nothing but boxer shorts. And the sad thing was, they didn’t do a damn thing to hide his arousal. He was as stiff as a pole and the tent in the front of shorts was a very visible testament to that.
Trooper that Silken was, she didn’t seem the least bit perturbed. When he’d seen that flash of uncertainty in her eyes he’d wondered if things were moving too fast for her but now, her eyes focused on him, her bottom lip caught by her perfect white teeth, all he could see was curiosity, determination and burning desire.
Max lay there, staring up at Silken in eager anticipation, waiting for her to make her next move. He didn’t want to steal her thunder. As much as he wanted to reach up and pull her down on top of him, he didn’t want to scare her. The last thing he wanted was for her to have second thoughts.
He waited a moment longer but when she still didn’t move he frowned. Was she having second thoughts after all, even without his help? “Silken,” he began but then his words died away as he watched her eyes scan the room. What the devil was she looking for?
Then her face lit up. “Perfect,” she said and set off toward the bathroom.
Curious, Max turned his head to follow her with his eyes. When she walked over to the chair by the bathroom and snatched up his tie that hung from the back of it, he frowned.
He’d begun to rise up on his elbows when she whipped around. “Stay there,” she ordered as she strode back toward the bed, tie in hand. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”
That made him lift his eyebrows. It looked like Silken had decided to be the boss tonight and she was taking her role very seriously. Her face looking flushed and eager, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she looked ready for battle.
And the way things were looking, Max didn’t know if he should be excited…or worried.
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Now that she’d decided to be daring Silken was ready to go all the way. If she was going to make love to this man – which, of course, was her plan – why go for vanilla sex? She’d never believed in taking the regular, boring route for anything and she wasn’t going to start now.
She grasped both ends of the tie, held it high and snapped it, making Max jump. When his eyebrows rose and he gave her a questioning look, she smiled. “Just lie back,” she said softly, “and close your eyes.”
He frowned. “What are you going to do with that?”
“Worried?” she asked in a silky-smooth whisper. “You should be.”
When the furrow between his brows grew even deeper she laughed softly. It was so much fun to put some scare in a man. Slowly, seductively, she sashayed over to the bed then climbed on. “Hands above your head.”
Max eyed her suspiciously but her no-nonsense tone must have convinced him that she was serious because he moved his arms from his sides and slid them up, as ordered.