Command and Control by Shelli Stevens

excitement.
    Opening her eyes, she stared up at him. Watched his expression that seemed almost like he was in agony, but the shudders that ripped through his body, and the low groan he made clearly indicated otherwise.
    He continued making slow thrusts in her mouth, caressing the back of her scalp gently now instead of holding her still, until she finally felt his erection lessening. And then Trevor slid his cock past her lips, watching her through hooded eyes as he tucked himself back into his pants.
    “That was amazing,” he said softly. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”
    Seeing the amazement and gratification in his eyes sent a thrill of excitement through her. Showing her that even when playing by his rules, letting him be in control, there was still so much pleasure to be had.
    Megan arched a brow and ran her tongue over her lips, still on her knees as she stared up at him. “I made a promise. Anything, Trevor. I’m yours, however you want to use me, whatever you want to do.”
    His gaze heated once more and he reached out a hand to help her to her feet. When she stood in front of him, she reached out to play with the fabric of his black T-shirt, nibbling her lip.
    “Just remember your side of the bargain, soldier.” She’d tried to make it sound playful, but she bit back a groan as Trevor’s hand tightened around hers and his expression became shuttered.
    “You want to hear it right now?” he asked flatly.
    She hesitated, uncertain how to go about this. She didn’t want the information to be pulled from him like she was extracting teeth. She wanted it to be more organic. And beyond that, right now, the last thing she was thinking about was a deep discussion. Her body was strung taut with the need for release. But if he wanted to talk now, of course she wouldn’t turn that offer away.
    Finally, she went back to her bargain, and put him in the driver’s seat. “Whatever you want, then I want. These days together are about you, Trevor. You have control. Not only over me, but when and how you want to confide in me.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “As long as you promise you will confide.”
    He watched her quietly for so long, the air around them grew heavy. Her heart quickened and she bit down harder on her lip. Oh God. He wasn’t going to be able to do—
    “I promise.”
    Relief swept through her, weakening her knees and bringing a wide smile to her face.
    “Thank you.”
    “But for right now,” he continued, his gaze still unreadable as he pulled her toward him. “I want to watch you come.”
    Her breath caught and heat stole through her body. The fine hairs on her arms lifted as he stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb.
    “Take off all your clothes, Megan.”
    As she shed her clothes she watched him, saw the self-assurance back in his eyes that hadn’t seemed as constant lately. It confirmed that in its weird way, giving him control this way had been a good decision. When she stood before him in her thong and bra, he shook his head.
    “Everything.”
    Drawing in a sharp breath, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, tugging it off of her breasts and letting it fall to the ground. Then, hooking her fingers on each side of her white lace thong, she shimmied it down her thighs and off her legs.
    Her nipples tightened in the cool air of the entryway and she glanced beyond Trevor to the living room where couches and chair sprawled about. But she didn’t say anything, waited instead for instructions as her body hummed with need.
    “What’s in the bag?”
    Megan jerked her attention back to Trevor. “Pardon?”
    “That bag next to mine that you brought in? The smaller one.” He jerked his head toward the doorway and where their bags still sat.
    Her stomach did a little flip and she swallowed hard. “Things.”
    Trevor arched a brow, his lips quirking. “Things, angel? Bring it to me.”
    She turned to do what he said and jerked with a cry when his hand