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He squeezed my leg. “Patience, my dear girl.”
“You know I don’t have any.”
“You will learn.”
“And you’re my teacher?”
“In all things.”
The man was so dominating yet kind, but I sensed the protective side of him was just under the surface. He didn’t like anyone even looking in my direction. I’d loathed everything about possessive men after what I’d endured. I’d run away on purpose, promising myself that I would never enter into any kind of dominating relationship. Now this. Now… him.
As he continued to drive through the brightly lit streets, a realization hit me hard.
I was falling hard for the man. It wasn’t just about lust, although the passion we shared was undeniably incredible. The way I felt about him gripped my heart and soul, my need to be around him increasing. He had a way of making me feel beautiful even when I felt such ugliness. And he made certain I was comfortable in every situation, watching my reaction closely.
I’d noticed the way Philip Dumas had looked at me, as if he could be allowed even a single taste. Jameson would never allow anyone else to touch me. A single shiver trickled through my body, the moment shared special. I couldn’t predict the future but I knew one thing with certainty.
I could see a life with this man.
Oh, God. Was that even possible? What did I have to offer someone of his stature?
When I looked away, his breathing changed. I could swear he read my mind and my moods better than anyone ever had.
“You know I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Correct?” His deep voice rumbled in the dense space, filling me with tingles.
“I know that, but as strange as I find it for myself, I want to please you.”
“You do. I don’t need you to be anything but what your heart tells you is right. Always follow your instincts. They will never steer you wrong.”
Little did they know my instincts had betrayed me once. Never again.
“I’m curious. What’s your favorite flower?”
His question caught me off guard.
“A beautiful sterling silver rose. The delicate purple is spectacular. Why?”
“I want to learn everything about you.”
The deep vibe to his voice was entirely different, the tone keeping a fire burning deep within. He had a way of making me feel special.
Moments later, he pulled into a parking lot, the sign secured on the brick surface brightly lit neon. “What does that say?”
“Picturesque Ink.”
“A tattoo place?”
“Yes,” he said, half laughing. “As well as piercings.”
My stomach did a series of flipflops. “You were serious about piercing my nipples.”
He pulled into a space and tipped his head, his grin easy to see in the glow of the sign. “I was. However, I’ve wanted another tattoo. I thought now was the perfect time.”
I pressed my fingers against my mouth, trying to decide if I was excited or terrified. Both. I would never have considered something so… sinful a few months before. Good girls didn’t get their nipples pierced. Or did they?
“I’ll ask you one more time. Is this something you want?”
There was no pressure, no insistence that I do something I couldn’t stand. The answer was far too easy. “Yes.”
