His sweet words stripped away my bravado and left me bare.I turned my face away.
“No, Harley.What was the one thing I asked of you.”
I closed my eyes and nodded my head.“Honesty.”
“That’s right.And here may be where we need it most.”
Wrapping his long fingers around my ankles, he spread my legs wide, his gaze pointed to my satin covered center.
Tucking his fingers in the front he tugged my panties back and forth, rubbing them against my clit.
My hips rocked, seeking more friction.
“What are you doing to me?”I whispered.
“So sweet,” he whispered back before dragging them down my legs until only my bra remained.
Reaching up, he flicked open the front closure and peeled the cups back.“Now, I’m fucking satisfied,” he muttered.
Kneeling between my legs, he reached back and yanked his shirt over his head.
Wide shoulders.Tight stomach.Lean hips.
Oh, no.He was perfect.
I wanted to hide.
Paul matched me.Neither of us would be runway ready anytime this century.
Except Paul was an ass and, hopefully, I was not.
But Daire?I was struggling to find any fault with the man at all.
“Harley,” he snapped, leaning closer.“When your eyes are on me, I expect you to be thinking of all the dirty things you want to do to me when you get your chance.Right now, I expect you to be wondering about all the dirty things I dream about doing to you.Not thinking about whatever it is that’s putting that frown on your face.”
I blinked in shock.
“Yes, Harley.I’m watching.I’m watching your every reaction.I’m going to know you better than you know yourself.And I’m going to treat you a helluva lot better too.”
I needed to get over myself.And fast.
“Dirty things?”
He smiled wickedly.“Dirty, filthy things.”
I squeaked and could not quell my smile.
He laughed out loud.“She likes that.Excellent.Now, no more talking.”
“Thank god.I thought you’d never shut up—”
His hand cupping my sex cut off my next words.
I wheezed, “Daire…”
“From this point on, you’re limited to saying yes, no, please, faster, fuck me, and my name.Are we clear?”
“Yes.”