Page 138 of His Addiction
His voice dropped, almost a whisper, vibrating against her skin. “I want you. Just let me in.”
That statement charged the air, and the space between them caught fire. Her pulse went wild as his face dipped closer, his lips so close that his warm, liquored breath heated her cheek.
Crowd noise, cheers, and the loudspeaker announcements faded. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and the world around her seemed to slow, but when she opened them again, confusion clouded his gaze.
“Are you fucking with me, Shannon?” The strain in his voice was unmistakable and her stomach dropped.
“No,” she whispered, torn between desire and fear. “I’m not fucking with you.”
“Will you open up to me?” he asked.
“Yes. When we’re alone.”
“That’s my good girl.” His words were a velvet command, a soft growl in the air before his lips captured hers.
The kiss exploded with raw intensity, the weight of every unspoken emotion crashing through her, leaving her breathless.
Their previous kisses had been obsessive, fierce, and driven by hunger, but this one offered so much more.
Jamie dipped his tongue into her mouth, taking control of the pace, sweeping, teasing, relishing her with a delicious pressure.
Shannon’s insides melted, liquefied by the strength of him. Lost in everything Jamie, her soft moans grew more desperate. He jerked her closer, pressing the curve of her lower back, holding her tighter.
Her hands roamed up his chest, as if mapping the strength beneath his shirt. When her fingers found the back of his neck, she clutched at the strands, desperate to pull him closer.
The clutch slipped from her fingers, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He pulled his lips away, and she just stood there, staring up at him, captivated by the effect he had on her body, mind, and soul.
His lips drifted to her neck, nipping lightly before he whispered in her ear, “Every time she touched me, it was you I thought of.”
Shannon swatted his bicep with a playful click of hertongue. Jamie lifted his face, a mischievous grin flashing along with that signature dimple that always made her smile.
“What a guy,” she teased.
His eyes sparkled. “You look sexy when you’re jealous.”
She blew a puff of air through her nose, trying to sound casual. “Jealous? As if.”
“You so are. I can tell by those wide baby blues.”
Her fingers ran over the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck. “I bet you’d eat yourself if you could, Jamie.”
“Shannon,” his voice deepened, “If this is going to work, I need you to be honest with me. I need to know why you said those things.”
She moved her hand to his mouth, pressing her finger against his lips. “I’ll tell you. I promise. I’ve missed you.”
A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound primal, commanding. It ignited an uncontrollable ache deep within her, every part of her body responding to his dominance.
His breath was shallow, each exhale brushing through her hair, making her skin prickle with desire.
“Stay fucking still,” he commanded, his voice rough, low, and unyielding.
The heat of his breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine, making her whole body ache with need.
Shannon’s body locked with his command, every muscle taut, as she surrendered to the electric pulse of his touch.
“The crowd doesn’t matter. Only you and I exist here,” he said, his hands gripping her waist with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.
