“You take direction so good,” he whispered against her ear. “Now, rub that pretty little clit. I want her good and hard. But don’t stop fucking yourself.”
Brinton obeyed. As both hands glided ruthlessly, her supple thighs squeezed and released—again and again andagain. He longed to sink his teeth into them, or wrap them around his neck.
“I’m so close,” she moaned, eyes rolling back into her head.
“Not yet,” Jamie demanded. “Faster.”
Again, to his delight, she obeyed. Her lips parted into a smile that grew with every passing second.
“This is how you deserve to be fucked, you know that? You deserve it all.”
A thick, warm bead of her arousal ran from her center and into his palm. Jamie licked his lips. He was fucking ravenous.
His hand was so slick with Brinton’s desire, he struggled to grip her twisting wrist. He was so turned on he felt the torque behind his eyes. But that had to wait until he was safely under his shower’s steamy spray. Or, shit—in the driver’s seat of his truck. That was more likely.
“Show me how much you want it, sweetheart. I bet not as much as me.”
“I do?—”
“You dowhat?” Jamie answered, pleased to watch her hips see-saw against the rug with diminished control.
When her brown eyes met his, they glowed as if powered by the sun itself. “I want it?—”
“Then take it, Bee.”
Her hips peeled from the floor. “I’m there. I’m?—”
“Come for me.”
Brinton’s voice broke off sharply, a piercing cry that eventually smoothed into soft, rounded moans. Jamie squeezed her wrist through each cresting wave, until her shoulders stopped shaking and eyes floated shut. He could watch her like this until the end of time.
As her body went limp in his arms, Jamie kissed her hard, letting his tongue explore every inch his body couldn’t yet.
“Woman, you are a revelation,” Jamie murmured, breaking their kiss. He licked her damp fingertips clean, then collapsed onto his back. Still catching her breath, Brinton’s head dropped onto his chest.
“I’m sorry, I must have sounded…” Brinton laughed, covering her eyes. “I warned you. It’s been a long time since I…”
He thumbed her cheek and smiled. “Please don’t apologize, baby. You earned that. And I can’t wait for us to finish this article.”
Jamie chuckled, adjusting the enormous bulge in his jeans. When she reached out to touch him there, he groaned dramatically.
“Aht-aht,” he teased, intercepting her. He kissed her knuckles. “I’m trying very hard not to fuck you in my father’s guest house, remember?”
Brinton smiled into his shirt. “I’m counting the days.”
“Me too.” He sighed. “But it’s getting late. Let me help clean up here so you can get some sleep.”
“How am I supposed to sleep afterthat?” she asked coyly. Exertion had stained her dewy cheeks mulberry, and her braids fanned out around her face like a halo. Absolutely breathtaking.
“Let me know when you find out.” He laughed. “I’ll come by tomorrow though, after the studio. Make you another sandwich.”
Sated, and limbs lazily threaded through his, Brinton stared up at Jamie dreamily. “Is that what the kids are calling it?”
CHAPTER THIRTY
The next morning, egg yolk–yellow sun spilled across Jamie’s weary eyes. After leaving Brinton last night, he had stayed up late sketching lyric ideas about her—her laugh, her smile—and had neglected to set his alarm.
It was Monday, and he was due to finish the record on Friday. He would play Yeehaw Fest that Saturday, swiftly followed by the official album launch the following Friday. Brinton’s article was due to come out that same day, but she’d be back in New York by then.
