When her gaze flicked from the spread of food on the counter to meet his, his heartbeat skipped. God, he wanted her, wanted to take care of her.
“I made you breakfast, love,” he said, voice low and playful.
Her lips tugged into a restrained smile, but she foughtit back. “That’s quite a spread. I’m sorry, I can’t eat too much before I ride, or I’ll be sick.”
She grabbed a rasher of bacon from the mountain of food and took a bite. “Tastes good.”
He stood, moving into her path, blocking her path. “I want to do this again… Breakfast.”
She swallowed the last bite of bacon, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t, Jamie.”
“We’ll take it slow,” he said, his voice hushed but firm, as he stroked her arm, his fingers lingering.
When she pulled away a fraction, his hand clenched, keeping himself in check.
“I need to focus on myself,” she replied, looking down. “I’ve been honest with you from the start, Jamie.”
He nudged her chin up with his knuckles, forcing her to look at him.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
She met his gaze, her breath hitching as their eyes locked.
“I know you feel something for me,” he said, his tone full of confidence.
“It doesn’t matter if I do,” she shot back, but her words didn’t match the hesitation in her eyes.
“Fuckin’ hell, it does.”
His fingertips skimmed over her pale cheek, his touch featherlight. Dropping his chin, his mouth paused a breath away from her lips.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.
With a quick flick of her tongue, she moistened her lips, and Jamie saw the raw need inher eyes.
A gaze that begged for him to kiss her, but she still held herself back and folded her arms over her chest.
When she tried to back up, he grabbed her wrist and bumped her into his chest. Her little gasp had his dick growing full and hard.
The pulse in the hollow of her throat went wild, her heartbeat syncing with his own as it hammered against his ribs.
Cupping her cheeks, he secured her face before him and gazed down at her, holding his breath for a moment as the intensity of her stormy eyes threatened to pull him under.
Soft puffs of air from her nostrils brushed against his skin, stirring something primal in him.
Her body pressed closer to his, the heat of her breasts against him sending heat through his veins. Her fingers traced the waistband on his trousers before settling on his hips, tightening their grip with silent permission.
And that was all he needed.
He skated his tongue over the parting of her lips, teasing his own inside. The playful warmth of her tongue against his sent a surge of desire straight to his core, and his stomach flipped, hunger spreading through him.
She whimpered, the sound like music to his ears. He crushed his lips to hers, savouring the salty taste of her. The kiss turned hot, desperate—slippery with the urgency of their connection.
Their lips moved together with a hunger that grew by the second. Every brush, every pull, sent jolts of electricity straight through his veins.
His body ached, hard with desire, pressing against her, but he held back, maintaining control rather than fucking her straight away.
The way she responded drove him wild, and when he pulled back, his breath turned ragged as he studied her face.
