Free His Every Need by Terri L. Austin Page B

almost sinister look.
    Allie took a deep breath and willed her heart to slow down. He wasn’t going to hurt
     her. They’d made a deal. “So, what’s the safe word?” Again, she’d blurted it out.
     She could usually control herself, but around Trevor, she couldn’t keep her mouth
     shut.
    He glanced up as he poured a bit of brandy into a snifter. “Would you like one? The
     brandy, I mean, not the safe word.”
    She nodded and dropped down on one of the sofas. He handed her a glass before sitting
     across from her.
    Swirling the brandy, he studied her. “Afraid I’ll bring out a whip and handcuffs?”
    Allie took a sip of her drink, feeling the fire of it burn the back of her throat.
     “How would I know? No pain though, that was our deal.”
    “Right.” He nodded slowly. “So what would be an appropriate safe word, do you imagine?”
    Allie shrugged. He made her feel silly for even bringing it up.
    “How about ‘ouch’? Will that do, Miss Campbell?” He raised a brow and took a sip from
     his glass.
    “How about ‘stop what you’re doing or I’ll cut your balls off, you bastard’?”
    Narrowing his eyes, he pretended to consider it. “Seems a bit wordy.”
    She fought a smile. “All right, how about”—her gaze darted around the room and landed
     on the globe—“Uruguay?”
    Grinning, he silently toasted her with his glass. “Uruguay it is. So if I cause you
     any pain—”
    “Or discomfort.”
    He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Or discomfort.”
    “Or if I feel the slightest bit uneasy.”
    His lips thinned. “Now you’re reaching, Miss Campbell.”
    “It was worth a shot.”
    “To Uruguay.”
    She toasted back and took a sip, dropping her eyes to the faded red-and-blue Oriental
     rug beneath her feet. She couldn’t remember feeling this nervous, not even the first
     time she had sex. Prom night—Andy Watson. Of course, she had half a bottle of strawberry
     wine in her to take the edge off her nerves. She took another sip of brandy. Definitely
     better than strawberry wine.
    “Where did you go just now, Miss Campbell?” His voice, sharp and clipped at dinner,
     was now soft and seductive. Was this how he would sound during sex? She imagined him
     using that persuasive tone to murmur in her ear, to coax her to come. It would definitely
     work.
    Allie raised her eyes and drank him in—the straight blade of his nose, the intelligent
     eyes, the hollows beneath his strong cheekbones. So handsome. He was commanding and
     controlled and at ease with himself. Everything she wasn’t. Everything she wanted
     to be.
    “I’m right here. With you.” And she meant it. She was still nervous, but she was aroused
     too.
    “I’m glad.” They stared at each other until Trevor’s eyes drifted over her, slowly
     moving from her face all the way down to the tips of her new designer shoes. She felt
     that look against her skin, like a caress. “By the way, I do like the dress. What
     are you wearing under it?”
    “I believe your people call them knickers.” Allie glanced away, feeling self-conscious,
     then took a deep breath and looked back. She took another sip of brandy, her hands
     shaking slightly, her pulse racing.
    “Show me.” His voice sounded deeper than usual.
    She licked her lips and her nipples got hard. Dazed, she realized he could do that
     with just his voice, make her breasts ache for his touch.
    “Please.” It was the way he said it that got to her. Humble and demanding at the same
     time.
    She placed her glass on the round table and slowly rose to her feet. Her knees were
     wobbly and her heart pounded. But when he looked at her that way, like he wanted to
     devour her, she got excited. She wanted him to look at her, to touch her the way he
     had in the bathtub.
    She was surprised at her own reaction. Allie’d never thought much of sex, but she
     had never met a man as sexual and blunt as Trevor either. She knew it was wrong—this
     whole situation was