1. Her Protector #4
"Care to help me?" She asked in a low voice thickened by arousal, while holding out the small clip of the garters.
He made a sound low in his throat, before moving slowly and letting his hand wrap around her thigh.
His fingers grazed the gusset of her panties, and blistering heat followed in their wake.
He pulled her closer to him until her breasts were close enough to feel his hot breath on them.
"Gladly," he murmured while his fingers made quick work of snapping the garter in place.
Once he was done, he grabbed the other nylon from her and guided her bare leg up to rest on his chair like the other just did.
With firm hands, he tucked her toes into the soft silk.
He slid it up her skin, clipping it in place just like he did before.
Iris panted heavily, lust building within her.
How was getting dressed so erotic? This was a game they'd never played before, but Iris could tell it was something she could easily become addicted to.
Was he liking her teasing him? They say anticipation was the greatest aphrodisiac.
Should she test it? She stared at his blazing blue eyes, and then slowly backed away.
"I should finish getting dressed," she said in a breathless voice. Will he stop her? Or let her go?
At her words, he nodded his head, but made no move to follow her. His eyes tracked her every move, and she could see the muscles in his arms contract with tension. It wasn't easy, but he was letting her call all the shots this time. And she liked it. She liked it a lot.
She felt empowered, as if for once they were on even footing. Like she could bring him to his knees. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted to.
With a wink, she pivoted on her heel and walked back to the bag. Once more, making sure a dramatic sway of her hips accompanied each step.
"You are playing with fire, ma fleur." His words were deep and guttural and traveled directly to her core.
Liquid heat pooled in her core at the desire he didn't bother to hide.
She bent down to pick up her sweater, and peaked at him over her shoulder.
Taking care to elongate her spine, allowing all of her curves to be front and center.
She could feel the cool air on skin that never saw the light of day.
Her pose should feel obscene, but instead, all she felt was sexy.
With a playful smirk, she replied, "Maybe I want to get burned." The answering heat in his eyes was more a promise than anything else.
"Trust me, ma fleur, you'll burn for me.
" His words caused something to flutter deep inside her belly.
She knew he was right, she would burn for him.
And if the last twenty-four hours were anything to go by, she knew that at least their marriage would be full of passion, fire, and more desire than any two people should have between them.
Her heart was another matter entirely. But, as she already came to terms with, she couldn't change that, so there was no reason to fight it.
Her family and their children's futures were on the line, and her sacrifice would save them.
There was no turning back now. She would guard her heart, but she planned to fully enjoy the sex he does so well.
She's not a martyr. If she was doomed to a life without love, she was at least going to have passion, that was for damn sure.
She turned around and slid her sweater over her head, letting it settle comfortably against her over-heated skin.
The cashmere was a soft comfort she didn't realize she missed until now.
The sweater fit snugly, hugging her curves in all the best ways.
Iris stepped carefully into the skirt, pulling it up over the bottom of the sweater and fastening it.
The high waist of the skirt combined with the tucked in sweater accentuated her small waist and curvy hips.
The hem stopped a scant inch above her knees and made her appear taller than she really was.
Her mother would no doubt have heart palpitations at her curves, but when he looked at her like that, she couldn't help but see herself how he saw her.
Sexy. Desirable. Wanted.
As she took a step over to him, her entire left leg slipped out of a sky high slit in the skirt she hadn't noticed until now.
The slit came all the way up to hint at the garter belt.
Try as she might, a blush graced her cheeks as she looked down at her exposed leg.
The revealing skirt coupled with the skin tight fit of the sweater presented an all around sensual picture.
She'd never dressed so seductively before.
With the lightest of sounds, Nash rose from his chair. He circled her form, like a shark who had scented blood in the water. He stopped behind her, his hand coming out to wrap around her. With a strong, firm tug, he crashed her body back against his.
"You look like a goddess." His low voice growled. "It's high time everyone sees you for what you are."
"And what is that?" Iris choked out.
"Mine."