Jethro growled, capturing my mouth. His tongue pulsed savagely in time with his hips. He stole my thoughts. I lavished in the rushing hotness of my blood. Gushing, pushing into my core.
I just wanted a raw connection—with this man, who made my soul whimper for wrongness.Jethro’s tongue slipped between his lips, hypnotising me. Then…he let me go. No, I’m not asking you to kiss me. I won’t ever ask anything from you.
I flinched as if he’d slapped me. Why not?Because I own you. Everything I want will be given, not requested.I should hate him. I should smite him. So, why did his every word seduce me, even while I knew his morals were chauvinistic and heartless?
Forcing my body to obey, I shoved the weakness I had for him as far away as possible. My eyes trailed down his front. He wore tan jodhpurs, black riding boots, and a tweed jacket. The bulge between his legs looked heavy and far too dangerous to be legal.A gentle gust of early morning air blew his scent directly into my nose. I inhaled, soaking my lungs in hay, horse, and all things Jethro.
He nodded, crossing his arms once again. You run. I ride. Seems we have something else in common.
Something other than being forced into this debt and finding each other irresistible, you mean?His eyes go to Charly again, who’s still standing behind me. I don’t like the way he keeps looking at her.
Did the press find out about her and me? Do they know that her dad murdered her mom?Would make sense with the way that Jack has a face like thunder.
Let’s go inside and talk. Jack jerks his head in the direction of my suite.How did you get in? I ask, following him.