Free Out of the Darkness (Untwisted #2) by Alice Raine

herself again.
    My throat was constricted with lust now, feeling like it was thick with cotton wool, but I forced myself on. ‘Undress. Start with your top.’ Once again, Stella followed my instructions without hesitation, a very good start. She gripped the hem of her camisole and ran her fingers around it, tempting me by displaying several little glimpses of her flat stomach before finally pulling it over her head gracefully. After tossing it aside she flattened out her hair and linked her fingers as she stilled, awaiting my next command.
    This was fucking torture, every fibre in my body was screaming at me to throw her on the floor and take her like the animal that I was, but I persevered, delaying my gratification would only make the prize at the end even more delectable. ‘My shirt next,’ I instructed huskily. I normally liked to undress myself, but the temptation Stella was offering tonight was just too great. Lifting her fingers Stella began to deftly undo my shirt buttons and I noticed in admiration that even with the adrenaline of our first encounter her fingers weren’t shaking.
    Stella might be a successful businesswoman, but she was proving that she was also a seemingly perfect, shy submissive. Just by being here in my apartment tonight, she had proved that underneath her well-presented façade she clearly had an exciting experimental streak that I couldn’t wait to help her explore.
    ‘Slowly,’ I reminded her, as Stella suddenly started to tug a little impatiently on the fourth button of my shirt. A smile curled my lips – maybe she wasn’t quite as cool and collected as she was making out.
    Once my shirt was unbuttoned Stella tugged it out from my trousers and pushed it open, one of her hands accidentally brushed across my chest as she did so, causing both of us to gasp as electricity zinged between us from the first occurrence of skin on skin contact. Jesus, that had been incredible. Automatically Stella looked up at me in surprise. Caught off guard, I met her gaze and saw that her eyes were wide and expectant and dilated with desire, as mine must surely be too. Apparently remembering herself Stella blinked as she dropped her gaze to my chest where she pressed one hand flat on my stomach and trailed her fingers experimentally through the soft hair there.
    Fucking hell, her touch felt so amazing. I wasn’t going to last a minute if that hand dropped any lower.
    Inhaling sharply I absorbed the delicious feeling of her touch for a few more seconds before reaching down and removing Stella’s hand. Thanks to my thriving business it had been six months since I’d been with a woman and I damn well wasn’t going to lose control like a like a randy teenager.
    ‘It would appear we have rather good chemistry, Stella. Perhaps our agreement will be even more enjoyable than we first thought,’ I murmured before giving her the next prompt. ‘Take off your skirt.’
    Obliging me immediately Stella peeled herself out of her ridiculously tight skirt and then stood in front of me wearing nothing but some very skimpy black lace underwear. It was marginally see through and such a turn on I had to clench my fists to stop myself reaching out for her. ‘Step back, I want to see you,’ I encouraged, before I allowed my eyes to roam across all the curves and planes of Stella’s smoking hot body.
    God she had a seriously great figure: long legs, curvy waist, pert full breasts, and creamy skin that I immediately wanted to taste. Not just taste … I wanted to nip and lick and mark her as mine. How the hell I’d got so lucky I still had no idea. Beauty, intellect, chemistry, and now a body to die for. I really, really needed to phone David Halton in the morning and thank him. Hell, maybe I’d send a casket of decent whisky over too.
    Wasting no more time I removed my trousers and stepped towards her wearing just my black boxer shorts, which by now were seriously straining to contain my jutting erection. Breathing