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“Can we watch it after your smokey movie?” She bounced a few times on the booth, and he chuckled.
“Sure thing, pretty girl. Anything you want.” Her smile broadened. “I was thinking we could talk about?—“
“The Great Otter Race?”
He just stared at her.
“That’s a thing?”
She shrugged. “Don’t know. But it should be, don’t you think?”
“Definitely,” he agreed, his lips twitching. “Let’s talk about us. Our expectations, limits, all that.”
“But we’ve gone over it already,” she groaned, and he shook his head.
“You sent me a list of your limits—well, no. It was more of a list of shit that you were fine with. But you have to have limits, Abbie. You can’t be into everything.” She shrugged, lowering her eyes.
“I haven’t tried much, so I don’t know.”
“You’d be into knife play?” he asked, and her eyes widened. “You want me to cut you up? Lick your blood?”
“No!” She looked horrified.
“What about chasing you through the woods? And when I caught you, I could do anything I wanted to you.”
“Running? No thanks.” She wasn’t opposed to the second part of that, though.
“We haven’t talked about punishments. We haven’t come up with a safe word. We haven’t even decided what exactly we want to be to each other. You have to pick actual limits, because if I think you’re open to everything and try something that scares or hurts you, I’ll want to die. So, we have to just figure it out, okay?”
She began to breathe quicker. It was a lot to throw at her. A lot of decisions. She wasn’t great at decisions. Logically, she knew she needed to talk about all this, but her brain wasn’t working. Static was blaring in her head and she couldn’t think past the sound.
“Abbie?” She shook her head as she tried to breathe. She was fine. She knew she was. But why did her body feel so hot? Why was she suddenly lightheaded? And why were her fingers tingling?
Oh, and that pesky thing called breathing? Yeah, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t take a breath. Why couldn’t she breathe? Was something wrong with her lungs? Probably.
It was fitting her lungs would stop working in front of the hottest man she’d ever seen.
Suddenly, a massive body was next to her, pressing her into the wall. A pair of dark, worried eyes peered down at her.
“You’re okay,” Jett soothed. “I’m here.” She just stared at him. “Are you breathing?”
She didn’t think so.
Her vision was starting to go spotty.
That probably wasn’t good.
“Shit. Baby, breathe.” Her hand was lifted from the table and placed on a strong, warm chest. He inhaled deeply, and she felt his chest rise. “Breathe with me.”
She tried to copy him, but it was so hard.
“I said to breathe.” His voice dropped, and it was full of command. Full of dominance. She found herself taking a breath. Just a small one. Just enough for a little air to fill her lungs. “That’s my good girl. You’re doing great. Breathe again.”
She stared straight into his eyes as he made her breathe again. Maybe later she’d feel embarrassed. But right then, she felt safe.
Taken care of.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Keep breathing for me.” She whimpered, and he scooted closer. “I’m here, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”
