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“Jami?”
“Yes, temptress.”
“Do you trust me?” Emotion erupts in me, and I hold back tears.
“With everything in me. You hold me in the palm of your hands, so please don’t break me.”
“Never.” I search his eyes. “You’re the only man for me, Jamison Stone. And I can’t wait to become your wife.”
His expression falters, but he quickly shakes it off.
What was that about?
“Jami, what’s wrong?”
CHAPTER 21
JAMISON
Dori askingme what’s wrong has my stomach twisting. She can’t wait to become my wife, and yet her left finger remains bare.
No wonder she’s doubting us. She hasn’t come right out and said it, but I know her well enough to know she’s hurt. The problem is the ring I’m designing is taking longer than I expected.
She probably thinks I didn’t mean it when I asked her to marry me. This exercise will help with rectifying that.
I lift the scissors and show them to her. “I’m going to cut your clothes off.”
Her cheeks are red, and her eyes are wild with trepidation. I know this is uncharted territory for her, so her slight shiver isn’t shocking.
“Temptress, you’re safe.”
“Red.”
I stop. “Do you want me to untie you?”
She swallows. “No, but when I was abducted, they cut my clothes off. Can you take my pajamas off in a different way?”
My heart shrinks. “You never told me that.”
“It hasn’t come up, but… I want to experience this with you, Jami. Can you rip them off instead?”
I assess her pajamas and try to come up with a solution. “If I snip the straps at the top and make a little cut in the material I could. Would that be okay?”
She glances at her chest. “Yes. That would be okay but hurry.”
“Are you sure this isn’t too much? This should be pleasurable.”
She stares into my eyes. “It is. I promise I’m good. Just get that part over with quickly.”
I nod and rush to clip her straps and slice through hem of the material. Once I’ve cut her top enough that I can rip it off, I place the scissors next to my thigh.
I fist her top and tear it into shreds. Her perfect tits poke up at me. Her stomach muscles flex as I trail kisses of reassurance up her center crease.
I lick and nip over her breast and to the space behind her ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Her breath is more labored when she says, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Share with me how I could do a better job satisfying you.” I plant kisses down her body until I get to the waistband of her bottoms.
