Page 16 of Untamed
“All right, then.” Prowling—there was no other word for it—across the room, he stopped an arm’s length away, his stare holding me in place like a magnet. “Drop the dress.”
Lifting trembling fingers to the thin straps on my shoulders, I hesitated as it occurred to me that I’d only met this man today. The chemistry arching between us felt like that meeting in Margot’s office had been a million years ago, but I paused, just for a second, when I realized that I didn’t usually fuck strangers.
“What are you waiting for?” The independent streak I carried like a badge should have bristled at the arrogance in his tone. Instead, it melted. “Don’t play coy now. You went to that bar looking to fuck.”
“So what if I did?” Chin raised in the air, I tried to look more confident than I felt.
I was pretty sure he saw right through me.
“Then it’s your lucky day.” A dark smile curved his lips and something equally dark and needy unfurled inside of me. “Now take off the dress.”
“Or what?” My stomach flipped with excitement when he growled, the sound low and erotic.
“Or I’ll take it off for you.”
My limbs went liquid. Oh yeah. Obviously it didn’t pay to give in too easily.
My fingers were still caught in the straps at my shoulders, and now I deliberately let them fall back to my sides. He watched, seeming amused, as the fabric settled back into place.
“All right then.” His eyes met mine, and I was stunned by the ferocity I saw there. “Trust me?”
“I just met you,” I started. Then I remembered the way he’d watched me in the bar, as though anyone who even thought about looking at me sideways would be torn limb from limb. It was probably stupid, but…yes, I did.
I nodded, and his answering smile was predatory. “Good.”
I saw the flash of silver, and my mind only had a fraction of a second to scream danger—no time to move when I realized that from his pocket he’d pulled a small army knife. The breath wheezed out of me when he pressed the cool metal to the skin of my shoulder.
“Jasper.” My voice was a whimper. What the hell was he doing? Then the blade sliced through the fragile strap of my dress, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp.
That was so hot. So stupid, and so incredibly hot.
Snip. The blade sliced through the second strap. My hands went to my breasts, holding the dress up before it fell to the floor.
“Drop it.” Tucking the knife back into his pocket, he stepped back. He was stern but calm as he watched, waiting for me to do as he said because he had no doubt that I would.
I had no doubt, either. Slowly, I let my hands fall. The dress fell with them, landing on the floor.
“Keep going.”
With trembling legs, I stepped out of the pile of fabric at my feet. He nodded at me to continue, so I reached behind me to undo the clasp of my flimsy bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. My fingers strayed to my hips and tucked into the sides of my ruined panties, but he shook his head.
“Leave those on.” As he spoke, he tugged his T-shirt up and off. He threw it aside, and the sight of his naked body left me speechless.
His ab muscles were insane. He had definition where I didn’t think there was the possibility for any—he even had those hip V things pointing an arrow straight into his pants. His shoulders, his chest, and good Lord, his arms. His biceps, triceps, whatever the hell they were called—they were so massive he looked like he could lift me one-handed without breaking a sweat.
I’d never really paid much attention to a man’s arms before, but these? I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.
“See something you like?” He smirked, pulling a square of foil from his pocket. Holding it in his teeth, he undid the button of his jeans and then the zipper, shoving them down around his hips.
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I nodded toward the condom. When he ripped it open with his teeth, my nipples contracted tightly, my stomach clenching.
“You haven’t been subtle.” Groaning to himself as he pulled his cock from his pants, he pulled the ring of latex from the foil, pinched the tip, and placed it at the head of his cock.
“You had me fooled.” What was I supposed to do now? Stand here? Help him? I found myself frozen, eyes fixed on him as he rolled the condom down the thick, glistening length of his erection.
“I had no intention of fucking a client when I took this job.” Condom in place, he looked back at me, and the intensity in his eyes made me shudder with anticipation. Slowly he started toward me, so predatory that part of me struggled against the urge to run.
“What changed?” I panted when he got close enough that I could feel the heat of his skin. A shift of his hips and his solid length brushed against my belly. I reached for it with eager fingers.
