“You don’t know what goes on at the club.” His voice was low, almost distant. There was nothing about him that wasn’t ready to back down. In some weird way, she didn’t want him to.
“I know but…” She chewed on her lower lip, keeping her attention on anything but him. Maybe she could avoid him and he’d just drop it.
Instead, her attention jerked back to him when the thump of his shoe hit the floor. She watched exasperated as he took off the other. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you.” He gripped his shirt from the center of his back and pulled it over his head. “You are all slick and wet. I can smell your arousal from here. A simple tug of your robe and you’ll be naked. I’m not passing that up. Unless…”
“Unless what?” she barely got out.
Each hard muscle of his chest and stomach caught her attention. She knew he had a nice body, had felt it beneath his crisp shirts.
“Unless you say no, and mean it, Kristin. Don’t play with me.” He stared at her waiting for an answer. “I think you’re scared, which is why you say no. I don’t know what the hell you were talking about with expectations and your ex-husband. I honestly don’t care. What happens between me and you has nothing to do with him. I don’t think you’re scared of me, but of what you’re feeling when you’re with me. I can promise you, baby, it’s only going to be mind-blowing—earth-shattering, even—if you stop saying no.”
He was a mouth-watering temptation that she wanted to explore with her tongue. Kristin shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts flowing through her mind. Jamie was rubbing off on her.
“We’re going to go to your room, get in your bed, and I’m going to make you scream my name until your throat is raw.” He narrowed his gaze, pointedly staring at her. “Then I might let you come.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“No, you’re not. What we will do requires no sleep.”
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