My heart squeezes in my chest at the memory.
As he removes his pants, I observe the recent additions to his vast ink profile. The tree is now an intricate piece that traces the full length of his spine and across his broad shoulder blades. Seeing the names ‘Cassidy’ and ‘Kelly’ alongside Max’s, I find myself smiling. For a moment, I forget I am here against my will; I’m just excited to meet them.
The more I look, the more I see. Along his side and up the underside of one arm, I think I see scars. It’s hard to be sure, as they are covered in ink that methodically follows the contours of the raised skin, hiding them from obvious identification.
Who did that?
I make fast work of removing my boots and dress until I stand in my underwear. Before he finishes, I push the doors open and walk into the sauna. The steam hits me like a draft of hot, wet air, followed by the smell of wood and oils.
My body instantly softens.
Muscles go lax.
Bronson strides into the sauna completely naked, sits down on the wooden step, and stares straight at me with the most beautiful and arresting green-blue eyes. I press my thighs together, a torturous ache beginning. He watches my discomfort with a grin playing with his lips.
He taps his knee.
The little demanding action should annoy me. It doesn’t. Itthrillsme.
Jesus Christ, Shoshanna.
Get a grip.
Heat rushes up my spine as I slowly approach him. I’m snared by his narrowed eyes as they crawl all over my thighs and stomach, stopping to watch the sway of my breasts. I can almost see the memory of his cock thrusting between them, playing in his perverted mind.
When he reaches down to give his thick erection a few strokes, I follow each drag of his fist. Opening my mouth, I pant at the sight, overwhelmed by his hot and dangerous mien.
God, he radiates sex appeal.
“Sit on my lap, baby.”
I reach him. Sliding my knee on to the wood beside his thigh, I straddle his lap, settling my bum right over his cock. I rock on him once, needing to ease the ache between my legs. He lets out a slow hiss as my pussy pulses against him. It is excruciating and wrong how much I want to feel him fill me. Thickening inside me. Kneading the muscles that beckon for attention.
It’s the heat.
Fuck.
It’s the whole scene.
The sweat sliding down our bodies. The silence.Him -in every way made to fuck a woman within an inch of her sanity, leaving her a puddle in his arms.
Nerves thrash through me, but I have no idea why. We were intimate only yesterday. But today.This.. . This is different. I’m letting myself get carried away in the scene, in the role he has cast me in. And I’m not tied up or drunk or misled. Can’t lie to myself about my consent.
I want him.
Laying my trembling arms over his shoulders, I press my cheek to his. His tongue slides out to slick the hot drops of sweat beading on my skin. He groans with each lick.
“Talk to me,” I whisper in his ear.
“Something’s not right,” he mutters, rubbing his nose and lips in the crook of my neck. He brings his hands up to massage my back, arching me so I press my pelvis and breasts into him. “He’s searching our clothes.”
I don’t know what Jimmy knows. I just know I don’t want him to know it because Bronson’s heart is beating like a battle drum and it scares me. Terrifies me. I don’t want to lose him again.No.I mean, I just don’t want anything to happen to him. “What is he expecting to find?”
“Diamonds.”
My breath stops in my throat. “Fuck.Bronson, what have you done? You’re in danger.”
“Baby.” He kisses down my neck. His erection presses up between my legs, rubbing against the silk of my underwear. “I was in danger the moment I was born.”