“No way, Jamie.” Despite herself, the idea of wearing his boxer briefs made her pulse thrum.
He edged closer, almost teasing.
“You’re not used to giving in, are you, love?” His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing her ear. “That’s alright. I like the challenge.”
In a beat, his jeans, and boxers hit the floor, and as he stepped free of them, the rawness of the moment hit her.
His boldness and confidence was all laid bare in front of her. She faltered, the line she’d drawn blurring. But she had to hold her ground, right?
This was just another game. But the way he watched her, like he knew he’d win, made her question everything.
“Be a good girl and wear them,” he ordered, his voice firm. “I want to know your pussy is rubbing against my boxers when you’re in the saddle.”
Shannon rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips.
“You’re a kinky guy, aren’t you? You really think I’m going to walk around in your boxers all day?” she asked, her voice laced with mock disbelief.
This was definitely not how she’d planned on escaping Jamie. She thought he’d leave, walk away with that confident swagger and move on to his next conquest.
But now, he was still lingering, legs wide, dick on display, and a filthy look in his eyes.
Shannon sighed as she stared at him.
“You’re so damn hard to resist,” she muttered, more to herself than to him.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or punch him for making it so damn easy to give in.
Holding a breath in her lungs, the burn of his gaze heated her veins. Without another word, she lowered her shorts, hooked her fingers around the waistband of his boxers and hesitated for a beat.
But the way he stared at her drove her to obey.
She pulled on his boxers, the warm fabric sitting loose on her hips, and the idea of wearing them sent a rush of heat through her.
“Fuck…” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he nodded in approval. “Now that’s sexy.”
“It’s time for you to leave, Jamie.” A smile tugged at her lips despite herself. “You know where the door is.”
Shannon stood there, the boxers settled on her hips, the sensation strange and unfamiliar. One part of her screamed to rip them off, to push her urges aside and draw a clearer line between them.
But the other part, the part that craved him, was already lost. Before she could gather her thoughts, Jamie spoke again, his words making it even harder to resist.
“I’ll be here at seven-thirty on the dot, Shannon. If you don’t want to go out, I’ll order takeout. Either way, we’re having dinner together. No isn’t an option.”
22
Shannon
Jamie had left hours ago, but his woodsy scent still lingered in the loft, and the absence of his touch left a hollow ache in her chest.
Everything had become a complicated mess.
Jamie had invaded her every thought, and now his name now flashed on her phone beside her bed.
That was the best bacon sandwich ever.
A smile tugged at her lips as a flush spread up her neck, tingling over her scalp. She thought back to how she’d teased Jamie, the temptation rising inside her again.
He had a way of pulling out that side of her. One that shocked and exhilarated her.
