That was not on my bingo card.
Is it hot as fuck?
Oh yes.
Very much yes.
The sensation swelling inside me is one part hope and two parts raw, undeniable lust.
He’s so big.
So solid.
Every step he takes up those stairs is steady, powerful, like he could carry me all night without breaking a sweat.I feel small in his arms—not diminished.
Justheld.
Protected.
Wanted.
I don’t think any other man has ever made me feel like this.
Who am I kidding?
There was only one other man.
Just Mike the Cheat.
And it seems he fell short in even more ways than I thought.
When we reach the bedroom, I half expect J.T.to set me down and catch his breath.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he kicks the door shut behind him and spins me, so my back meets the wood with a soft thud.
His hand cradles my head—because that’s who he is.A protector.A man of honor.
And just too damn sexy for words.
My pulse slams in my ears.
He growls deep in his throat, and his eyes are positively on fire.
And I whimper at that look-no one has ever given me a look like that before.
He loosens his hold just enough that I slide down the length of him—every inch of his hard body brushing against mine.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Decadent.
My dress rides up as my feet find the floor, and his hands move immediately, cupping my backside through the thin fabric of my panties.
Heat floods between my thighs.
