On Her Terms (Premiere Companions Book 2) by Doris O'Connor Page B

door. Oh, he looked good enough to eat, but why on earth was he here and dressed in top hat and tails? That made no sense at all.
    Not that any of that mattered when he looked at her like that, as though he couldn’t decide whether to paddle her ass or to strip her naked and fuck her silly. Her body responded to the silent authority in his gaze as though she was a puppet on a string, and when he smiled, crooked his finger at her and twirled it in an unspoken demand, she slid off the seat, stood up, and spreading the wide skirts of her dress dutifully spun in a circle.
    The flash of heated emotion when she came to face him again took her breath away.
    “They say it’s bad luck to see the bride before your wedding, but I don’t agree. You look utterly stunning, bellissima, but what is all this nonsense of you not getting married today? I didn’t get dressed up like this for my amusement, girl.”
    “Wha-at?” Nicole knew she was making goldfish impressions, but what on earth was he going on about? She wasn’t marrying him, because…
    Her heart cottoned on a long time before her brain did, and when it finally did, she only managed a squeak in response.
    “You’re Jamison?”
    “The one and only.” Jamie stepped closer and yanked her up against his large frame while he spoke, which was just as well, because her legs had turned to jelly at that announcement, and she would have crashed to the floor in an undignified heap.
    “There, I’ve got you. This has come as a shock I can tell, but you’ve only got yourself to blame. Had you not run out on me like a frightened little girl that morning, I’d have explained all this then.”
    He tightened his hold on her when she buried her head in his neck and inhaled. Oh, he smelled so good. Solid and safe, and above all hers.
    “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    His big chest rumbled in a groan, and in the next instant, Jamie had her pinned against the wall. Held up by his strength, her feet dangling off the floor, she shrieked in surprise when he licked his bite on her neck.
    “I told you, you’re mine, and I don’t share what’s mine, you foolish girl. Lucky for you, the owner of Premiere Companions is my sister, and when your requirements landed on her desk, she was quick to inform me what my fiancée was up to.” He smiled at her gasp. She could feel his lips quirk against her skin, as he kissed a path up her jaw, until his mouth hovered over hers. “I must admit the urge to simply find you and pummel your behind for daring to do something that foolish rode me hard, but then I decided your way was better.” He nibbled along her bottom lip as he spoke but withdrew when she tried to kiss him.
    He laughed at her frustrated grunt, and slowly slid her back on her feet, while he brought a hand round to her throat in a possessive move she fast beginning to crave.
    “Sir?” she whispered, and his eyes flashed in approval.
    “Yes, I am your Sir, and don’t you forget it, bellissima. I have a collar all picked out to put around this slender neck of yours once we’re married, and a paddle with your name on it for our wedding night.”
    He smirked at the needy whimper she couldn’t help but utter in return to that promise … threat, she wasn’t sure what it was right now, only that she desperately wanted him to do that.
    “You’ll let me do that, won’t you, girl?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you wanted me in the first place.”
    Annoyance crossed his features briefly, and then he kissed her. Stole her breath, in fact, with the intensity behind that kiss. It was more than a mere melding of lips and tongues, this felt like a promise, a merging of their hearts and souls. Nicole kissed him back with all the unsaid emotions which bubbled to the surface, and by the time he finally released her, they were both breathing heavily.
    “I so fucking want you right now, but I think we tempted the fates enough. Tonight, though.” He grasped her ass cheek