“Why, is it poisonous?”
Her cheeks are so red, her entire face looks like it’s going to burst into flames. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s a pussy, Jamie. Every woman’s got one.” I inch her dress up her slender thigh, my fingers grazing over scars as I move up her creamy skin. She yanks the durable material back into place, and I roll my eyes. She chews the inside of her cheek. I blow out a frustrated sigh. “Do you really want me to stop?”
“Yes. No.” If she keeps chewing her cheek, she’s going to eat a hole right through her face. “I don’t know.”
“Tell you what,” I say with forced diplomacy because the things I’m willing to do for Jamie are nothing I’d do for any other woman on the face of the earth. “You lie back and relax. If I do something you don’t like, pull my hair. No, wait, you’ll probably pull my hair if I’m doing something you like. Try raising your hand, like when you’re at the dentist.”
“How will you know if my hand is raised?”
I lift a devious brow at her question. “Trust me, runt, I’ll be watching you the entire time.”
Well, her facedoesn’tburst into flames, but it does turn an even more furious shade of red. She nods and drops backward, her spine so stiff, I’m shocked it doesn’t crack when it collides with the mattress. “Okay.”
Okay.
Back to hitching up her dress…
In my peripheral, I see her hands fist in the blanket as I scrape my cheek up her inner thigh. God, her skin is soft. She smells good, too. Not of honeysuckle like when I’d first seen her after nearly a decade, but of soap and something that belongs only to her. And when I reach my destination, I see my imagination didn’t—couldn’t—do her justice. Jamie is perfection in its purest form. Beautiful and delicate all over, and when I lower my head and run my tongue along her slit, she lets out a soft sigh and arches her back.
It’s the hottest sight I’ve ever fucking seen.
And she doesn’t raise her hand.
Not to be weird about it, but if moonlight had a flavor, it’d taste like Jamie. Like something wild and enigmatic. Something that belongs only to me. I’m good at my game, and I use my entire mouth to pull breathy moans from her as she writhes on the bed and tugs at the sheets. And when I give a gentle suck on her clit, she digs her hands in my hair and whispers my name like it’s gospel. I tease her opening with my finger, and she stiffens. I don’t push farther, expecting her to raise her goddamn hand, but Jamie’s got fortitude, and the tension eases out of her.
Thank fucking God.
I’ve imagined having her exactly like this a million times, and nothing short of the planet tilting off its axis can pull me away.
I coat my finger with her juices, savoring the stretch as I slide into her. Her body sucks me in and her muscles contract around me. Christ, it might as well be my dick in her, that’s how hard I get. All the blood pumps to my shaft and flows to the tip, swelling me to the point of pain. I’m about a second away from ripping off my sweatpants and burying myself balls deep in her, but I remind myself that I want to make this nice for her.
See? I’m not a complete savage.
I can deal with a raging hard-on for a few more minutes because I’m not some fumbling teenager eating a girl for the first time. But I’m not going to lie. This is Jamie in my bed, and that makes all the difference in the world. Even kissing is new all over again because she’s on a separate plane of existence than every other woman.
When the pressure in my dick becomes too painful to bear, I shove my hand in my pants and stroke my shaft as I work Jamie with my mouth. I brace her legs on my shoulders, and watch, fascinated as fuck, as she takes her pleasure.
Her entire upper back arches off the bed, and her lips part on a moan. She squeezes her eyes shut, and she gasps my name. Damn it all if I’m not full-on jerking off as her climax hits her. My own orgasm rides me, tightening my balls and pulling at every muscle in my entire fucking body. Holy shit, I can’t hold it back. I stroke my dick and squeeze the head, imagining it’s the sweet slide of her body, and come all over myself.
I yank my hand out of my pants and wipe my mouth on my arm before flipping Jamie’s dress down. “I made a mess.”
Jamie leans up on her elbows, dazed and adorable. “So did I.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Thank you.”
I grunt out a laugh. “You’re welcome.” When I turn to walk to the bathroom, I’m pelted from behind by a pillow. I spin around to find Jamie looking as innocent as the day is long. “It’s unsportsmanlike behavior to attack your opponent when his back is turned.”
She has the audacity to smirk. “I’m from Mayhem, remember? We make our own rules.”
I proceed to the bathroom, saying as I stroll away, “Suddenly she’s from Mayhem.”
“I never denied being from Mayhem,” she clarifies. “I just never liked it here.”
Once I’m cleaned up and in a fresh pair of sweatpants, I join her on the bed. “Seemed to have liked it here fine a few minutes ago.”
