Page 38 of Enthrall Ecstasy
He didn’t flinch. He just nodded as though he’d been expecting it.
Shay looked at me calmly. “Go to bed.”
“What does she have over you?”
“Carrie?”
“Yes.”
“Not a thing.”
“My training was going too slow.” I shrugged. “Carrie was concerned my fantasies are too demanding.”
“A valid concern.”
I’d not meant to reveal this.
That’s what this man did to me—sparked feelings I normally kept suppressed. He made me defensive. Made me want him to like me like this. Made me want to know what it would feel like if he fucked me.
I imagined him in uniform when he was a SEAL. The kind of bravery he must have shown. The things he’d seen. The things he’d done. Shay was so damn tall and rugged and oozing sex appeal that he made me wet whenever I was around him.
My dream guy.
I didn’t want to lose him, now that I’d found him.
Which made no sense.
For some inexplicable reason, I was jealous of anyone he’d dated. More than this, I was jealous of all the women he’d take to bed after I walked out of his life.
“Are you going to use silence?” he said.
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough.” His demeanor remained self-assured.
“They won’t let me back in,” I whispered.
“Pendulum?”
“Yes,” I said, my tone was bitter.
He blinked as he processed that. “There’s other places.”
“Enthrall?”
He closed the gap between us, yanking me forward against his chest. He held my wrists behind my back, gripping them hard.
Capturing me…his body firm and heated against mine. My breasts were crushed against his chest, my nipples thrumming.
He’s going to kiss me.
Why else would he be holding me like it was inevitable. Like it was the only thing that would help us understand each other. Help us bridge this age gap. His breath on my lips felt like he was breathing life itself into me.
The way he held me so tightly I couldn’t escape, dominating me, caused a flurry of need in me, the arousal making me giddy.
Silence.
“Shay,” I muttered his name as though it would anchor me.
