I wet my lips, dying to touch him, but knowing it was in my best interest not to move until he told me to. “Bra. Off.” Two seconds later, white lace joined green silk on the floor. I reached down to shimmy out of my underwear, but a low growl halted my movements. “I didn’t tell you to do that.” Rhys’s eyes lingered on my breasts, and my nipples, already so hard they could cut glass, pebbled further. “Keep your underwear, gloves, and heels on,” he said, still in that deceptively soft tone. “And crawl to me.”
