Page 149 of The Legend
“We can’tdo this right now.” I pushed against his shoulders trying to focus. Though Ididn’t want to stop, needed to since we had a meeting in twenty minutes.
“There’sno way in hell I’m making it through that meeting without being with my wifefirst. I have to. After last night, it was hard enough just passing those testswithout thinking of you.”
And therewas no more argument from me.
Continuingdown my stomach with his lips, he looked up at me from under his long thicklashes as his mouth opened around the button of my jeans, his teeth scrappedthe button around his smirk.
If you’venever had a man, and I mean Jameson Riley, unbutton your jeans with his teeth,you’re missing out.
“Did youread the letter?” he asked, his breath blew across the sensitive skin of mystomach as he spoke. “I meant every word.”
Nodding, Ishivered as he yanked my jeans down the rest of the way throwing them over hisright shoulder. “I know you did.”
Keepinghis eyes on me, his large hands traveled up my bare thighs and stopped at mycrankcase. His fingers slid to the edge of my panties, his smile took on asinister edge, and then yanked.
Shaking myhead, I tapped his nose with my index finger. “Look at that, those are ruined.”
“Yep,” he stoodbreathing rough. “Totally fucking ruined.”
We stoodthere for a moment staring at each other as I watched his chest noticing hisbreathing was increasing by the moment.
The backsof my knees hit the headboard and then with little effort I was being lifted onthe bed. With his palms flat on the mattress, he hovered over me parting mylegs slowly with his knees.
He slowlyentered me and I gripped his hard shoulders panting in his ear never to let go.
Drenchedin sweat, his words came crashing against me. “I’ll never let you go.Ever.”
I heardmyself make a low moan when one of us hands traced down my chest over my waistand then gripped me firmer as he pressed his pelvis into me a little harder. Myright hand traced his face, slid down his neck, his arm, over his collarboneand gently over the rippled muscles of his chest. The touch of his bare skinwith mine was everything I needed these days.
It’s funnythe closeness you feel when you’re together like this after feeling aseparation. The feeling of being one has the power to take a lot of pain away.It can take away loneliness left by a lifestyle. Sometimes words don’t need tobe said, your bodies know.
Much likethe night before, we were making up for lost time and going for fast time.Jameson had my grooves figured out and could snag the pole on anygivennight and I would have to say he swung it thatmorning.
“Fuckhoney,” he grunted rolling us to our sides, his arms closing around me bringingmy body into his. Breathing in my ear, he whispered. “You get sexier everyday.”
My breathexpelled in a gasp as hips began to move. Arching my back, I moved with him, myhands reaching behind me to pull him closer. We didn’t last long in thisposition. The intimacy it provided always gave way to the pleasure andcollapsed.
“Wegottago champ.” I said when he didn’t move for fiveminutes. Sitting up, I reached for my bra that was on the broken lamp. My pantswere lying next to the hole in the wall where Jameson had knocked over ournightstand last night in the heat of the moment. Looking around the room, Ilaughed. “We should repaint in here. It looks like our house looked afterCasten’s frat party.”
With achuckle, he pulled me back nipping at my bare shoulder. “I’m not finished withyou yet honey.” Pinning me to the bed, I begin to realize he was absolutelyright as his knees part my legs wider. “I have some deburring to do.”
Threadingmy fingers through his hair, I moaned at the contact I hadn’t seen in monthsfrom his tongue down south. He moaned and placed my legs on his shoulders.“Jesus I’ve missed this. I’ve literally been dreaming of this at night.”
I yankedon his on his tangled loops. “Say what?”
“I’ve beendreaming of this at night.” He licked his lips and kissed my hip bone. “I wokeup in the middle of the night...”his voice lowered, his eyes hooded as he spoke words I had never heard himadmit, “...I had a dreamthat I was doing a little deburring on the hood of my Mustang.”
“How come youdidn’t wake me up?” I yanked again on his hair when he tried to lower his mouthagain, his hips shifting against the mattress as if he needed friction.
His hipsshifted again, his eyes darkened with want. “I tried. You wouldn’t wake up.”
“So whatdid you do?”
Shruggingshyly, he gave a soft smile. “I was pretty worked up...kind of like right now...so...”
Hot damn.
Jameson’scell phone started vibrating on the floor in his jeans. We were now officiallylate for the meeting with Simplex.
