Page 66 of The Legend
“Oh forfucks sake,” Jameson grunted against my shoulder, panting. Stopping wasn’treally what he had in mind. It definitely wasn’t what I wanted.
“Jameson,we need to leave for the track.” Aiden yelled through the door. “Be in thelobby in five minutes.”
His lipsmoved from my neck and then my forehead and I knew he was pulling away.
“I need togo honey.” He whispered with the regret laced in every word.
So we leftfor the track and our time alone was over. My poor crankcase was very mad.
Soon wewould be at the track and the race weekend would be starting, but there wasalways later tonight. I knew enough about his schedule that come tonight afterqualifying and practice, I could convince him to leave.
My stomachtightened in a feeling mixed with arousal, anticipation and possessivenesswhile I took in every inch of him with my eyes. I watched as women approachedhim throughout the night, huddled around the hauler hoping to leave with himbut he never looked.
Otherwomen imagined what it would be like to have his talented hands move over theirbodies, steering them like he did his car. I knew what it was like to havethose large calloused hands bring me over the edge. I knew what it was like tohear him say, “I love you.”
JamesonRiley might be the sexual fantasy of millions of women around the world thesedays, but I had more than the fantasy, I had the dirty heathen all to myself.
Those werethe thoughts that kept me sane that night in the Simplex hospitality tent.
I smiledpolitely and shook hands with everyone but I really just wanted to be alonewith him.
Jamesonmust have been thinking something similar because every time he touched me, orlooked at me, I could practically feel the possessiveness radiating from him.His eyes watched me, his hands never leaving my skin. He felt it too. When hiseyes would meet mine, they would travel down my body, stopping at all theplaces I knew he wanted to worship as he always did.
I nearlyscreamed when his fingers curled around my hip and pulled me towards him. Icouldn’t take it any longer, my tire grip was gone. Leaning into him, I turnedmy head to kiss his neck and whispered. “You have to get me out of here.”
I felt himsmile against my forehead and in less than fifteen minutes, we were back in theSUV, heading for the hotel.
We didn’twaste time, knowing we never had time. Although we did turn our cell phones offand locked the door. “No interruptions,” he whispered.
My fingersheld onto his shoulders while his lips kissed across my neck and shoulders.When his mouth moved down, kissing as he went, they moved to my hair. His handsheld my hips in place, keeping me from squirming away with the ecstasy that hebrought me to.
He helpedme from the floor to the bed, slowly crawling up my body, kissing his way to mylips. I let my hands slide from his hair, over his shoulders and down his ribsto rest on his hips.
The forceof his kiss pushed my head against the pillow and his pelvis against mineanchoring me securely to the bed.
“I’vemissed you honey.” He panted scrambling for control. His body was tremblingfrom weeks of being deprived. “Fuck, I missed you so much,”
Poor dirtyheathen. It was evident he wasn’t lasting long.
We triedto take our time but the need was too strong. My legs wrapped around his hips,moving with him. I couldn’t get close enough and he seemed to be feeling thesame way. He leaned away, pushing his upper body away and reached to balancehimself on the headboard. I watched the muscles in his biceps and forearms flexas he held himself up right, the veins in his arms puffed up.
One handslipped off to grasp my thigh, holding me against him. His head fell forwardand I tried to memorize every inch of his face that was strained with pleasure.
“Jesus Christ,Sway.” He moaned, kissing and biting my neck. His whiskers brushed against me,fortifying my rapture.
Leaning upon my elbows, I gently kissed his chin and then his lips. “Don’t stop. For thelove of god, do not stop,” I whispered, “Please.”
He didn’t.He leaned in pressing his lips hard against mine. His forceful movements pushedme against the headboard. Every nerve ending began to fray but Jameson’s voicebrought me back.
“Look atme.” He commanded huskily his movement slowing to draw my attention to him.
I did andfell entirely. His breath fell against mine, hard and heavy his grip tightenedaround my leg. It never failed to amaze me how entranced I could becomewatching Jameson in the midst of an orgasm I was bringing him to. His featurestensed, his body vacillating between still and shuddering. It wascaptivating and fascinating all at the same time.
When hisbody collapsed against mine and then rolled to the side, his hand fell againstmy stomach, tracing circles around my belly button. “I don’t think I can waitthat long again.” He gasped trying to catch his breath.
“Meeither.” I laughed. “But we say that every time.”
No matterhow long the separation between us was, we had no problem cleaning off thetires and getting up to speed again.
