“Every piece,” he continues, voice thick and possessive.“Nice and slow until every inch of you is revealed.”
The room suddenly feels very warm.
“Then you’re gonna sit that fine ass of yours in that chair by the window,” he murmurs.
His fingers tilt my chin up so I have to look at him.
“Then, you’re gonna spread those thighs and show me your sweet cunt.And you’re gonna touch yourself, Kelly.”
“T-touch myself?Wh-while you watch?”
“That’s right.I’m gonna watch.”
“How do you want me to touch myself?”I whisper, and fuck, my panties are soaked just picturing it.
“You’re gonna finger that hot little pussy, Kelly, and you’re gonna rub that sweet clit.You’re gonna come watching me chop wood for you—and I’m gonna see it all.”
His gaze burns into mine.
“J.T.I don’t think I?—”
“That’s right, you’re not gonna think.You’re just gonna do.Because you’re mine, Honey.You’re mine and you’re safe and wanted right here with me.”
The words should scare me.
They should make me hesitate.
But instead, they make my pulse race.
Because for the first time in my life, being looked at like that doesn’t make me feel small.
It makes me feel powerful.
Desired.
Alive.
And then it hits me—I think I might actually be falling in love with this rough, impossible man.
Chapter26
J.T
My fingers itch.
Bad.
Every instinct in my body saysgrab her, haul her against me, and finish what we started the second she bit that lip and asked for this little fantasy of hers.
But I’ve got a job to do.
And if Kelly McCrae wants a show, then by God she’s getting one.
My cock is already hard as steel as I force myself to step back from her.
It’s damn near painful.
And no—I absolutely do not miss the way her gaze drops to the bulge straining against my jeans.
