“Indeed.” His eyes were starting to gleam with the familiar golden light.
Holding his gaze, Mia slowly and deliberately hooked her thumbs under the straps holding up her sundress and pushed them down over her shoulders. “Oops,” she whispered. “I can’t seem to take this off. I might need your help . . .”
Korum’s nostrils flared, and she could see the tension invading his muscles. “Come here,” he growled.
Mia shook her head. “No. You come here.” She knew exactly what she wanted, and it did not involve Korum taking over this time.
His eyes narrowed. He looked dangerous now, like a wild predator who couldn’t be controlled, and her heart started beating faster from the thrill of what she was trying to do. “Come,” she repeated, crooking her finger at him.
He came. Or, rather, he practically leapt across the room. In a second, he was next to her, his muscular body large and intimidating, pressing her against the wall. “You need help with this dress, do you?” His fingers tugged at the flimsy straps, the thin material nearly coming apart in his strong hands.
“Yes,” Mia breathed, looking up at him. “I do. Be gentle, though. And after you take it off me, I want you to undress for me.”
His eyes turned almost yellow. “Is that right?”
“That’s right,” Mia said. “And then I want you to lie down on the bed.” Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode, and her body was melting with need. She wanted him badly . . . but on her own terms.
For a second, she thought he wouldn’t comply, but then he took a step back. “All right,” he said, his voice unusually rough. “Turn around.”
Mia suppressed a triumphant smile and did as he asked. The dress she was wearing was human-style, with a zipper in the back, and his fingers felt hot on her bare skin as he unzipped it all the way. As soon as he was done, Mia stepped to the side and let the dress drop to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a tiny blue thong – something she’d put on this morning specifically with Korum in mind.
He sucked in his breath. “Mia . . . You little tease . . .”
She lifted her brows. “You don’t like?” She did a little twirl, pretending not to see the explosive heat in his gaze as he stared at her.
A muscle pulsed in his jaw. “Are you torturing me?”
“I don’t know,” Mia purred. “Am I?”