She was trembling under him, breathing hard, one strap fallen from her shoulder, and he'd never seen anything more maddening. Her thighs shifted, her hips lifted, like she couldn't decide if she wanted to run or ride him into madness.
But she wasn't going anywhere.
Not like this.
Not with that look in her eyes.
"Don't tease me again," she said, voice hoarse, broken at the edges. "If you start something—Daniel, don't stop."
That was it.
The leash snapped.
He dropped to his knees before the couch, pulled her closer by the thighs, and shoved her dress up around her waist. The silk bunched beneath her hips, revealing the soaked lace of her panties.
"You have any idea what you looked like in that limo?" he asked, voice rough as he thumbed the edge of the lace, his knuckles brushing her soaked skin. "You came so hard you nearly bit your tongue."
She whimpered.
He smiled.
Good.
