Chapter Fourteen

Jameson yanks the hem of his shirt from his tuxedo pants and rips open the flap, sending the remaining buttons flying.

Magma roars through my veins at the stimulating connotation that he’s as eager to be naked with me as I am with him. Also, the implication of his aggressive nature sears me to the core. And, hell… The visual of him is downright mouthwatering.

Earlier, I was absolutely correct in gauging how physically superior the man is, even having made that judgement call while he was fully clothed.

I’m angled enough against the pillows that I have a perfect view of him as he whips off the shirt and tosses it aside, seemingly not caring in the least where it lands.

My arms are stretched above my head, of course, per his authoritative order. But the rest of me is untethered and my ass wriggles against the plush comforter and my toes curl into the material as well, as the thrill of the unknown ripples along my skin and excitement sparks within me.

My stomach quivers and my breaths ar