“Oh,fuck.”
“Yes or no, sweetheart? Tell me, or I’m gonna stop.”
“Yes, Jamie—I like it. I fucking like it.”
Her chest peeled from the floor. He latched one of his forearms across her ribs, grounding her.
“I wanna make you feel better than you ever have.” Gently, his teeth nipped her left nipple.
“More,” she said, practically vibrating.
He hissed, because heneededmore too. His dick virtually screamedFuck this glorious woman, you big idiot!
Jamie shifted to his knees, refocusing his efforts to her belly button, which poked out from her camisole’s lifted hem. His thumb dipped into the silken crevice. It looked perfectly ripe for his tongue. He made good on that calculation,fervently darting in and out in time with her feathery moans.
Legs clamped around his waist, Brinton writhed against Jamie’s aching erection. He watched their bodies notch perfectly into place, as if uniquely designed for each other. With every propulsive thrust, a heated jolt flared at the base of his spine.Fuck, it felt good.
“I love when you grind on me,” he whispered, eyes heavy with desire.
Between her glorious thighs, the damp fabric was practically see-through. He could feel her sweetness through his jeans. With every fiber of his being, he ached to be buried deep inside her, until he saw flashing neon lights.
Jamie bowed his head to her chest, breathing in her honeyed scent and bargaining how easy it’d be to justgive in. But he didn’t want to be that guy anymore—the one who fast-forwarded into bed. Even as he was certain that Brinton would be the best he’d ever had. They were supposed to be taking it slow. It washisidea.
“I wish I could feel you,” she said, in that exact way that chiseled at his resolve.
What ifhedidn’t touch her? He could still satisfy her—and fuck, heneededto. It was high time he got creative. Jamie freed her wrists and rolled onto his side. Still on her back, she inched her head onto his outstretched arm.
Taking her right hand, Jamie sucked Brinton’s middle finger into his mouth, then released it with a wet, satisfyingpop.
“Touch yourself, Brinton, if I can’t. Come for me.”
Brinton’s soft lips pressed into Jamie’s throat. Her answering moan scorched him to the bone.
“I wanna see you undone, Bee. I bet you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Please,” she answered. “God, I’m so—it’s been so long.”
Jamie guided her trembling hand between her spread thighs. She hastily pushed it into her pajama bottoms. Not content to be an idle viewer, Jamie slipped his own hand into her shorts, gently clasping it over hers. Damn creative, indeed.
She bent her knees and lifted her hips. A shudder ripped through Jamie’s chest, his forearms reflexively tensed, as her finger slid easily inside her tender depths. She was so fucking warm. So slippery, her need was dripping into his palm.
Jamie’s mouth watered. He caged his bottom lip between his teeth.
Their joined hands moved as one through each slow, determined pulse. Like a sensual duet, her elongated moans punctuated his ragged breaths.
“Put another finger in.” Selfishly, he loved that she let him take charge. “If it were me, I’d fill you ’til you couldn’t fit any more in that sweet, tight?—”
Jamie groaned decadently. “So fucking perfect.”
“Only for you.”
“You’re goddamn right.” He squeezed her wrist. “How’d you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Hard,” she yelped, gasping her way through another powerful spasm. “I’d want you to fuck me hard.”
“Do it then.”
She pumped her fingers without reservation. His balls tightened greedily each time her knuckles plunged into her soft, glistening folds. He stood corrected: watching Brinton unspool, just forhim, was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
