Page 6 of Savage Game
“Need help?” The eyebrow on the unmarred side of his face slid to his hairline.
“No!” She shot to her feet and eyed him as if he were a tiger ready to pounce.
Then he sighed. “I’m not planning to rape you, Kittycat. I want to inspect you. Also… I want to burn these clothes he bought for you.”
Burn them? But...
“Earpiece has my suitcase.”
“Earpiece?” He gave a low, sexy rumble of laughter and shook his head. “Earpiece! Earl is going to love the nickname you gave him.”
“It’s not like he introduced himself.”
Mr. Nolan stroked his chin, again drawing her attention to his muscular forearm. His strength terrified and excited her, and wasn’t that just dumb?
“Your shoe size outmatches your IQ.” Liam’s nasty voice reverberated in her mind.
Mr. Nolan made an admonishing sound in the back of his throat and warned, “In about fifteen seconds you get my help whether you want it or not, so quit stalling.”
His intimidating gaze ran over her face, shoulders, and clenched hands. Up again.
“Five. Four.”
“All right, all right.” She held up a hand and kicked off her heels.
He tilted his head in a silent command to continue.
She shrugged out of her blazer, folded the sleeves over it, and placed it on the sofa. She hesitated.
What should I do? Start with unbuttoning my blouse or lowering my skirt.
Again, he made the throaty sound she’d quickly come to recognize as a warning. She fumbled with the zipper and the skirt fell to the floor.
As she bent to pick up the discarded garment, he reached out and stroked a finger over the skin visible through the opening of her blouse. Charlotte sucked in a breath and stilled.
Now he will grope me, squeeze my breasts, torment my nipples. Will it hurt? Will he rape me?
“Soft.” He almost sighed the word. “Continue.” He sat back in his chair, leaving her wobbling on her legs.
She placed the skirt on top of her blazer.
Surely, he isn’t going to burn the set, right?
Uncertainly, she peeked over her shoulder at him.
Eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, and his hands loosely curled around the armrests, he was clearly enjoying the sight, and her own cheeks burned.
Damn you, Liam, for getting me into this predicament.
With trembling fingers, she worked the buttons of her blouse, her insides wanting to be done with the little knobs and on the other hand wishing she had a thousand of them. She didn’t like how clumsily she was opening her blouse, but if she could, she would have prolonged the moment she’d be exposing more skin to his scrutiny.
She started to turn away to put the garment with the rest of her clothes on the couch as he ordered, “Drop it.”
“What?”
“Drop. The. Blouse.”
Trembling, she did as he commanded, revealing her torso and the light-blue bra with see-through lace at the tops of her breasts. The undergarment was one of the push-up varieties and made the most of her B-sized breasts. She’d bought it online on a whim in the hope to please Liam. Of course, she never could please her husband.
