Chapter 4
Jenna
“H ow do we start?” I mewl, trying not to give away my arousal. “Testing my limits, I mean.”
Rick grins, almost wolf-like in his appearance.
“Well, I’d love to see if you’re wearing panties under your dress, sweetheart. It’s a little fact that tells me a lot about a woman.”
My cheeks flame.
“Oh my god, what do you mean? Of course I am,” I add immediately. “I always wear panties. Who doesn’t?”
One black brow rises with amusement.
“Are you sure, Jenna?” Rick drawls. “I don’t mean to be rude, but something tells me you aren’t. I could swear that I got a flash of glistening pussy while you were slipping off that bar stool.”
Okay, so the handsome man has me in a clinch because he’s right: I’m going commando tonight, but it’s for a legitimate reason.
“Okay, I’m not wearing panties but it’s because of this dress,” I admit in a stiff tone. “The fabric’s thin, so even a g-string would show panty-lines. I had to leave the lingerie at home.”
Rick grins, sitting back on the couch while draping one massive arm over the back.
“So I was right, hmm?” he hums.
I swallow thickly, aroused by the conversation.
“Yes. You were right.”
He grins again.
“Then show me.”
My lower lip drops open a bit.
“Right now? Here?”
The alpha male almost hisses, like a predator homing in on its prey.
“Yes of course. When did you think?”
He has a point, and I blush again. Oh my god, this is so different from my usual rendezvous with men. Generally, I’m in charge during those meetings. I’m the one who calls the shots, and it’s the men who are slavering and quivering, desperate for a kiss or a slight touch of my sopping cunt.
But Dr. Kincaid’s turned the tables on me, and I’m the one who’s shaking and unsteady tonight, breathing hard as my secret spot moistens in his masculine presence. Oh my gosh, what do I do? This can’t be happening ... but it is.