“Slow down! You’re going to get hurt.
“Only if you don’t get up here,” I grunt, slamming into his door. He stumbles into the door and then his big, hard body pushes me into it. His hands bracket my head and he leans closer.
“You’re sure about this, Uptown. We don’t have to do this tonight.”
“But I want to. I need you, Jameson. I never thought I’d want another man as much as I want you. It just didn’t feel like it was in the cards for me. Then you saved me that night and it feels like you’ve spent the last month showing me that there’s so much left to live for.”
“Like what?” His stern lips lean closer and then settle on the side of my mouth, licking gently at the corner of my lips.
“You. Love. I feel like there’s hope. I feel alive again. Full of so much happiness that it’s physically painful. To be this excited for the future? I never thought that would happen again.”
“I’m glad, baby. Because every little smile and happy sigh from you makes me feel about ten feet tall. It’s all I seem to want anymore. I can’t concentrate when I’m fixing a car. And when I do figure it out, I don’t feel that satisfaction like I used to. Not until I tell you all about it and you listen, cocking that pretty head of yours and shooting me that little smile that’s so damn mysterious. So fucking tempting.”
“That’s just because I have no idea what you’re talking about but I love to see how excited you are when you fix something.”
He throws his head back and laughs and then pushes the door open, bending and shoving a shoulder into my belly.
I shriek as my feet leave the ground. “Jameson! What the hell are you doing?”
“You’re moving too slow!” He jogs through the apartment and then throws me down on the bed.
Whooshing out a breath, I blow my hair out of my eyes. “Whew! You’re in a rush!”
“Just to get you naked. After that, I’m going to take my time and devour every part of your body.”
My core clenches and I feel a trickle of my juices hit my thighs. Rubbing them together to ease the ache, I hold out my hand, whimpering. “That sounds fucking amazing.”
He rips the shirt off his back and over his head. My eyes widen and my tongue slides out to wet my lips. I knew he was built but he’s a fucking masterpiece. Rippling muscles and defined hips and waist. Eight pack abs that draw in when he breathes. My eyes drift down to the bulge between his thighs that his tight jeans can’t hide.
“Stop looking at me like that or this is going to be over in six seconds flat. And that’s not what either one of us want.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
“That’s sweet. But you’re lying through your pretty teeth.”
I giggle and scrabble to hold onto the sheets as he jerks at my jeans and tugs them ruthlessly down my legs. Then he pulls my sweater over my head. His eyes glow with lust and he groans. “Lord, you’re beautiful, baby girl.”
“So are you.”
“Men aren’t beautiful, baby.”
“Then whoever said that hasn’t seen you.”
“Too sweet. I need a taste right now before I lose my damn mind.”
I squeak when he throws my legs over his shoulder and dives in to open my aching lower lips, his fingers lightly dancing across the sensitive skin of my clit until I struggle to breathe it feels so good.
His lips and tongue work me over, his fingers curling inside until I feel a wave of heat begin to drag at me. My body clenches and my legs tighten until his head is trapped between my thighs but it doesn’t slow him down at all. He just continues to work at my body until that first wave starts to roll over me in a tidal wave of shimmering ecstasy. My belly clenches and the tight feeling expands until it explodes like a coil wound too tight and I scream, my hands locked in his dark hair, holding him to me. He licks and sucks at me until I finally push at him, wailing as another smaller wave tears at me, throwing my body into a vortex of pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before.
He scrambles up my body and his lips close over mine as I feel his thick cock nudge my swollen lower lips. Breaching my petals slowly, carefully, my fingernails digging into his shoulders and my tongue dueling wildly with his.
“More. I need more,” I whimper into his mouth.
“Gladly.” He thrusts hard and everything goes white.
CHAPTER9
Jameson
