“Panties off. Keep the bra and boots,” he orders.
My tummy flutters with excitement. I’m not the least bit scared of this male—maybe that’s crazy. But we’ve been through worse and he managed to be a gentleman. He may be angry now, but there’s no sign of his wolf in his eyes, only dark promise.
Delicious dark promise.
Still, I don’t move to obey him. Maybe I just want to see what he’ll do. How far will he take this authoritative stance?
I’m right. He doesn’t grow angry, instead his eyelids droop and he adjusts his c**k in his pants. “Muñeca, get into position like I told you.”
My n*****s harden. I’m sure he smells my arousal because heat blooms between my thighs. I’m too excited to refuse him, so I strut across the room in my bra and boots and panties and put my palms against the wall,
