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Noah’s eyes narrow. “Why the hell wouldn’t he want to see your body?”
“Well, you know, it’s kind of curvy. I have a little too much ass and no matter how much I work out at the gym, my hips don’t seem inclined to shrink.”
“Fuck, McKenzie! Do you really believe that shit?”
His vehemence catches me off guard. “Well, sort of.” I shrug. “He ended up cheating on me with my next-door neighbor, who’s a marathon runner, so there was obviously something wrong with me.”
Noah grips my chin in his hand in that possessive way that shoots arrows of desire straight to my sex. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with your body, and everything wrong with that asshole you were dating. Your body is perfect. You have the kind of body that gives men wet dreams.”
I flush under his praise. He leans forward and kisses me, and I melt into him.
“I want you to go to the bathroom and take off your panties and bra.”
His low command, so close on the heels of a kiss that takes my breath away, catches me off guard. “Now?”
He nods. “Right now.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to, and because you’re mine for the remainder of the trip and have agreed to do whatever I ask,” he reminds me gently.
Why is him telling me what to do so freaking hot?
“Oh,” I say in a small voice.
He strokes his fingers up the tender underside of my arm. “And because I enjoy looking at your body and want to appreciate every curve and nuance of it. Okay?”
“Okay.”
There’s a restroom inside the restaurant, and I quickly remove my bra and panties, balling them into my hand since I didn’t bring a purse. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and I barely recognize myself. My chest is flushed, my lips slightly parted, my eyes glazed with lust. And Noah hasn’t even touched me yet.
His lips twitch with that small, secret smile of his as I walk across the sand to our table, and my face flushes as I wonder how obvious it is that I’m wearing nothing but the dress.
“That’s better,” he says as I sit down. “Now open your legs.”
“I…” I start to protest, but the look on his face has me obeying.
“How do you feel?”
I feel exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly aroused. I’m intensely aware of the brush of the soft fabric against my bared sex, and the faint breeze caresses me like a lover, making me needy to a degree I’ve never been before. Or maybe it’s just that predatory way Noah’s watching me, like he can’t wait to devour me, his eyes heated.
Unwilling to admit how much he’s getting under my skin, I try to make light of it. I roll my eyes. “I might as well be naked.”
“No more eye rolls, or you will be.”
My gaze flies to his. Surely not. But he’s not smiling. Just looking at me with that intense gaze that makes me somehow scramble to do exactly as he says. And sends desire stabbing through me.
“Okay,” I say quickly.
“No more ‘okays.’ Make that ‘Yes, sir.’” His gaze is unwavering. He is dead serious, and it’s hot as hell.
I am powerless to do anything but obey. “Yes, sir.”
He brushes his hand across my chest again, and I can feel my nipples tighten, poking against the thin fabric of my dress. He notices, too, and smiles.
“You know, your face glows when you’re aroused. I like it. Hand me your bra and panties. I’ll keep them for you in my pocket.”
Wordlessly, I pass the lacy undergarments to him under the table. To my complete mortification, he lifts my thong to his nose and inhales deeply, then tucks them into his pocket. “Damn but I love the smell of you.”
