Her eyes held his, unwavering, daring him to take the next step.
He leaned in just a little closer, loving how she shivered.
“If that’s all you’ve got, then it works for me,” he said. “But I think you’ve got more...”
He pulled back, his eyes locked on hers, full of knowing. “Don’t you, love?”
For a moment, she hesitated, the tug-of-war between pride and desire warring within her.
Then, with a small, reluctant smile, and a hint of vulnerability, she whispered, “Okay. Yes. I’ve got more…”
17
Shannon
Jamie’s presence was suffocating, but in the best possible way.
She rose onto her tiptoes, her tongue sweeping across her lips, and paused just a breath away from his face.
Tilting her head, she gave herself the perfect angle to latch onto his lower lip, tugging the satiny flesh into her mouth.
“I want more of this,” she rasped, her voice rough with desire as his lip popped back into place.
His thick grunt shot through her like an electric shock, sparking tingles down her spine.
With a smooth, calculated motion, he slotted the whip under his arm, his fingers threading through her tangled hair. Then he crashed his mouth onto hers, kissing her hard and hungry.
Their lips met with urgency, their tongues swirled in a heated dance. His fingers curled aroundher throat, securing her in place as his body caged hers against the wall.
The kiss deepened, fiery and seductive, until he pulled back, leaving a warm, aching emptiness where his lips had been.
She panted, her breath ragged, as his other hand roamed over her breasts, drifting lower toward the waistband of her tight breeches.
His fingers worked with precision, unclasping the top hook, then tugging the zipper down.
“Hold this, love.” His voice was thick with lust, his amber eyes almost black with desire. “In your mouth. Open wide.”
Her heart raced, a mix of shock and excitement.
He laid the thin black whip across her bottom teeth. Then he nudged her jaw shut, pressing the whip deeper, biting into the corners of her mouth.
His gaze lingered as he took in the way her chest heaved with each breath, her body responding to every move he made.
“That’s my good girl. Keep your eyes on mine. Don’t look away.”
With a slow, teasing movement, Jamie dragged the breeches to her ankles, bending at the knees until he crouched before her.
“I always thought sexy lingerie was my thing,” he said in a low rumble. “But these... These are an unexpected turn on.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, biting down hard on the leather.
“Practical panties for riding.” He squeezed her buttocks through the thick cotton. “Soft and baggy. Easy access for this...”
When the pads of his fingers traced the seam, her insides quivered. “I like them. They’re my new thing, Shannon. You... and these. A fucking hot combination.”
A throaty hum followed the teasing trail of his fingers, brushing over the cotton. “You’re even more fuckable in these.”
Kneeling before her, he nuzzled his nose against the fabric and, with a flick of his finger, the elastic snapped against her skin. “But they’re coming off.”
