"I can't do it, Willow," he says in a guttural tone.
My heart stalls, and I gape at him. "Wh-why?"
His eyes turn darker. "I'm not breaking you in for others, my sexy girl. I'm ruining you for all other men if I take what you're offering me. Understand?"
I exhale a breath of relief. "Good. Only you, Wyatt."
"Forever?"
"Yes." I nod.
With a look of approval, he orders, "Then take your bra off."
I swallow hard, glancing at the camera.
"I need to see my gift forever, sugar," he reminds me, then adds, "Because there will never be another time like this. But don't worry, I'll re-watch it with you too."
My cheeks flare with fire.
He chuckles. "You don't know how sexy you are, Willow. I'm going to make you see it. Trust me. Now, be the confident girl I love, and take that bra off for me."
Courage fills me. I reach behind me, unclasp the hooks, and put an arm over my bust. I slide one arm out of the strap, then the other, and widen my eyes. Huskily I say, "You want this gone, Wyatt?"
His voice hums in the air. "Don't tease me. Or you'll pay for it."
I giggle, then dangle the bra on the side of the bed. I drop it on the floor. "Oops."
Wyatt's eyes flame, and his lips curve in a tight smile. His jaw twitches, and his gaze drops to my chest.
My nipples harden from his stare.
"That's it, sugar. Even your tits are begging for me," he rumbles.
"Yeah," I agree, breathless and aching for his hands on me.
He drags his gaze to my underwear. "Now, take off those panties and show me your beautiful pussy that I've been dying to break in." He repositions himself and the camera at the end of the bed.
A hundred thousand volts of pure electricity rush through my veins. I don't argue. I try to look sexy as I shimmy out of my panties. I hold them toward him on one finger. "Why don't you keep these?"
He groans. "Perfect, sugar." He snatches them away from me and holds them to his face. He breathes deeply and groans louder, muttering, "Love my gift."
Happiness and confidence surge through me. I drop my hand to my inner thigh and innocently ask, "What now?"
He studies me, then looks around the room.
I stay silent, unsure of what he's searching for.
He finally goes to the mantel, sets the phone on it, and points it toward the bed.
Nervously, I fret, "Is that still on?"
"Of course, sugar. You didn't think I would turn it off and miss recording this moment between us, did you?"
My chest tightens. "Ummm…" I swallow hard and bite my lip.
He sits on the side of the bed, caresses my thigh, and asks, "What's the problem?"
"Well…uh…"
