“Back up, honey,” he says, voice low and dangerous.“Spread those legs for me.”
Heat explodes through me.
For one split second, the old voice in my head tries to whisper doubt.
Too much.Too bold.Too needy.
I shut it down.
Because I am done being small.
I move back slowly across the mattress, never breaking eye contact, my pulse thrumming with something that feels dangerously close to surrender—and nothing like weakness.
When I part my thighs, it’s not just because he ordered it.
It’s because I want him to see.
To know.
To understand exactly what he does to me.
His breath changes.
Just slightly.
And that small shift gives me more power than I’ve ever felt in my life.
He steps forward like a predator who has finally cornered what he’s been hunting for years—but there’s reverence in it too.
A kind of obsession that feels less like conquest and more like destiny.
The air between us is thick.
Charged.
We are past the point of pretending this is about convenience, or protection, or strategy.
This ishunger.
This iswant.
This is two people who have circled each other for years finally closing the distance.
And when he climbs onto the bed with me, his body caging mine in without crushing, I realize something with startling clarity—I’m not afraid of being consumed.
I’m afraid of how much I want to be consumed.By him.
“Are you ready for me, Honey?”
Chapter14
J.T
I’d planned to spend some time with my mouth between her legs, but I’m too far gone.Too fucking needy for this woman.And she needs me, too.
Hell, I can see it in her eyes, and in the way her sweet little slit is dripping for me.
I use my legs to spread hers wider, and I hover just above the heaven that is her body.
