“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” He pulls back and looks down at me, and something about him telling me what to do sends heat rushing back to my center. “Do you understand?” I nod, dazed. “Good.” He lets go of my hair, steps back again, and folds his arms. My pulse picks up again as I pull my sweater off. I reach for the hem of my shirt, and as I pull it up, Jamie’s eyebrow lifts. “Slower.”
