Page 83 of His Addiction
“I may have told you a tiny white lie, love.”
Shannon’s sweet smile faltered, and the crease between her brows deepened. “Oh?”
His veins ran hotter at the anticipation building, his dick stirring.This was going to be fucking amazing.
“Yeah, the lead rope. It’s not for just Trixie. You’re going to break it in first.”
Her lips parted in surprise, quirked with that innocence he found so damn appealing.
“Well, I kinda knew that when I’m the one who’ll use it to lead her out of the stable.” She let out a dismissive puff and rolledher eyes.
Jamie rounded the counter to join her, his voice dropping even lower, rough and commanding.
“It’s not for the horse, Shannon.” His eyes locked onto hers. “Do you trust me?”
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips in that way that sent his thoughts spiralling into darker places. The sight was enough to break his control.
He wanted to lift her onto the counter and witness her shiver with every word he whispered.
She hesitated, that vulnerability flashing in her eyes just before she spoke, her voice quieter than before. “I…think so.”
“I won’t ever hurt you, love. Or do anything you’re not into. Promise,” Jamie assured her, his voice edged with a hint of darkness.
He placed a light kiss on her temple. “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
She paused, gazing upward. “If it gets too much, or you need a break, you just saymercy,and I’ll pull back. No questions asked.”
That word was his way of giving her control, even though he still held the reins.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“So do you trust me?”
A shadow flickered behind her eyes, unspoken thoughts racing. “Yes.”
That simple, three-letter word was the most powerful thing she could have given to him.
Trust was his green light to push the boundaries and unravel her.
With a growl, Jamie lunged at her, grabbing the hem of her jumper, and dragging it over her head. She gasped, arms caught before he freed her, tossing it aside.
The lavender camisole she wore underneath was a flimsy barrier, one that he pulled off her in seconds.
When she whimpered, the fire inside him flared hotter. He lowered his head, his lips crashing against hers in a messy, hungry kiss.
His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with an intensity that left no room for hesitation, a need so raw it consumed them both.
His hands moved to her breeches, flicking the button open and sliding the zipper lower. Her hips bucked into his hand, and for a moment, he stepped back, watching her with dark, hungry intent.
This was his fantasy in motion. He’d spent the night running the scene over and over in his mind, and now he was determined to make it a reality.
“Take them off,” he commanded, folding his arms.
She took a quick breath, her chest rising at the order. Her fingers fumbled as she worked the fabric down, her dusky pink cotton briefs sliding off with the breeches.
He watched her every move, his eyes flicking down her thighs, hungry to taste between them.
As the breeches pooled at her ankles, she stood there, vulnerable, uncertain, but strikingly beautiful in her hesitance.
