Page 64 of His Dark Pact

His validation diffused warmth in her chest. She’d never wanted to be desirable to anyone as much as it pleased her to appeal to him. Slipping the stockings from her toes, she paused to watch him peel away his shirt, momentarily dumbstruck by his taut, muscular arms and chest. Broad and well-built, he looked fit and strong—just as she’d imagined him.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled as he twisted to hang up the shirt beside his jacket.

“Very much, sir.”

There wasn’t even much shame in the admission as she laid the stockings out on the bench and started work on removing her tangled dress. Easing it over her head, she hung it on the peg beside her. Sitting there, she realized she was now completely nude.

“Stand up, please.” His voice was a sensual purr as he beckoned her forward, and as though he’d hypnotized her, she rose to obey.

“You’re in incredible shape.” He opened the buckle of his belt, his gaze grazing over her. “Probably the most beguiling woman I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t believe he was being honest. A man like Kyle had to have met scores of beautiful women, but she liked the empowering feeling his hungry gaze kindled in her. She adored how much he appreciated her body.

He wants me.

It shouldn’t matter, but for some reason, it did. At that moment, it mattered enormously.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His arching eyebrow tormented her as he moved closer.

“I remember what I did to you last night, sir.”

Standing there, she acknowledged how much pleasure she was taking from their flirty interaction. There was no embarrassment at being naked—he’d seen most of her, anyway. Instead, the simmering need inside her was coming to a boil, morphing into that same overarching feeling she’d relished before. In no time at all, Kyle had become the center of her world, and in the midst of his crazy empire, she wondered if there was anything she wouldn’t let him do.

“Oh, yes.” With his belt hanging open and his zipper unfastened, he was the picture of masculine temptation. “I remember. You were incredible, but to reward you for your dusting duties, I want to take my time with you today.”

That sounded just perfect to Amy.

“Let me get out of these.” He gestured to his remaining clothes. “And I’ll get the hot tub running.”

“Can I help you?” She edged forward, her focus falling to his suit trousers and shiny black shoes. “I can take those off for you, sir.”

She’d never had the urge to strip a guy until then, but everything about Kyle was so damn flawless. She’d wager the footwear was worth more than her entire wardrobe, just like the fine suit he wore. If she was finally going to have the pleasure of getting her hands on the man, she’d love to help divest him.

“Really?” He sounded amused.

“If you’d like.” She grinned as he slipped off the shoes and socks. “I’d be happy to.”

“My instincts about you were right, little girl.” His expression was shrewd as he raised his arms to allow her access to his body. “Help yourself.”

Shuffling forward on the white tiles, she could hardly believe her luck. The man she’d been lusting after, the one who owned all the abundance she’d been thrust into, had invited her to touch him, and this time, unlike last night, she could use her hands.

“Let me start here.” She grasped the top of his trousers and edged the fabric down past his hips.

“Look what you’ve found.” His expression was wry as he motioned to the cock tenting his pants.

“Do you need help with that, too, sir?” She’d have been happy to drop to her knees and assist him right then if he instructed her to. She’d never been so wanton, but she had to admit, she liked it.

“Later.” He chuckled. “Finish the job you came to do first.”

“Yes, sir.”

She nudged the fabric down to his ankles, freeing his cock and leaving him gloriously naked. Spellbound, she watched as he stepped out of the remaining clothing, leaving him dressed only in his wicked smile. Gazing up at his musculature, she caught her breath. Kyle was magnificent. Amy almost pinched herself to make sure the vision in front of her was actually real.

“Are you ready for this, Amy?”

“I’m ready.”