Page 59 of Dirty Husband

Fuck.

"First—" He moves closer. He lowers himself to one knee and he reaches for me, but he doesn't touch me. His fingers go to my lingerie. He pulls it to my feet without touching my skin. "Raise your foot."

I do.

He pulls the thong aside. "The other."

I do that too.

He takes my underwear and slides it into his pocket. "You don't need this anymore, princess." He stands. Takes one step backward. Presses himself against the wall. Strong, demanding posture that screamsI'll give you want you want, when I've decided you want it badly enough.

My body screamsyes, more, all, now, please. I can barely stand. I try to find steadiness, but the rack is in the way. Between my shoes and my shaking legs, it takes all my concentration to stand.

"Pull up your dress." He motions to the slit. "I want to see."

Before my brain can think up a single objection, my body obeys. My hands go to the slit in my dress. I pull it up my thigh, higher and higher—

"Stop." His eyes go to my exposed skin. The tip of my thigh. The edge of my pelvis. He can't see my sex yet.

"Stop?"

He nodsyes. "Hand on your thigh."

"The same one?"

"Yes."

My hand skims the smooth fabric. Cool silk. My skin is burning hot in comparison. Or maybe that's just Shep.

"Higher."

I drag my hand a little higher.

"Higher."

I do it again.

"Until you just barely feel the pressure."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, sir." My sex pulses at the sound. It sounds right on my lips. And the demand in his eyes—

Fuck. My eyes close. I'm too on edge. Too needy.

I drag my hand higher and higher and higher. Until I'm almost there.

Shep's breath gets heavier.

Higher and higher—

There. I groan as my finger brushes my clit. My body is impatient. My hand acts on its own. Presses harder and harder. Until I'm right at the pressure I need.

"Look at me, princess."

My eyes blink open. Go to him. Those baby blues are fixed on me. Demanding every ounce of my attention, pleasure, obedience.