“That was fucking intense.”
Jamie collapsed on the bed beside her, his body heavy and his energy gone. He let out a slow exhale, one hand falling over his eyes, the other held to her chest.
The aftershocks of their connection left his heart thumping and his mind drifting.
“Can you untie me now?”
“Say please.” He turned into her, reaching to untangle the rope.
“Please untie me.”
The thick cord fell away, and he ran his fingers over her wrists.
“I’ve made a mess of you,” he said, studying her face.
Shannon’s eyes fluttered closed at his touch, her breaths soft and deep as she relaxed into the bed. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her chocolate-streaked lips, tasting the sweetness of her still.
“I’ll get a towel,” he said, scooting off the bed.
He went into the nearby bathroom, grabbed a purple towel, andwent back.
Shannon lay where he’d left her, propped up on her elbows, looking beautifully undone. Her hair, wild and tangled, framed her flushed cheeks, and her ocean blue gaze drank in his every move.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He sat on the bed next to her and wiped the towel over her mouth.
Her brows pulled together. “I can do that myself.”
“No,” he replied, his tone gentle but insistent. “Open your legs for me.”
Shannon went still. “That’s weird, Jamie. Give me the towel.”
Jamie chuckled.
“You don’t get to do it yourself,” he said, an edge of authority to his voice. “I did this to you, and I’ll make sure you're okay before I go. Now, open your legs, or I’ll open them for you.”
Her eyes flashed with something between resistance and curiosity.
“Are you threatening me?” she asked, her voice almost playful.
“Yes. And you’re welcome to test me,” he replied, his lips curling into a half-smile.
“Maybe I will,” she murmured, but the temptation in her eyes was enough for him to know she would obey.
Their lips met again, this time slow, soft and slippery. His tongue danced with hers, while she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
As he deepened the kiss, his hand slid to her waist, drawing her against him.
She stared into his eyes and offered a shy smile that lit him up.
“You bought me chocolates,” she said, an eyebrow arching in slight disbelief. “Some would say that’s romantic.”
A low rumble of amusement echoed in his chest. “And melting them all over you…is that romantic?”
“Kinda.”
“You enjoyed it, though, didn’t you?” He ran his fingertips through her hair.
A soft flush of pink bloomed across her cheeks, and for a beat, her expression flickered.
