Page 129 of Flirty Fall Fling

“You did what?” He looks shocked.

“Payback.” I shrug. “I like to get even. Plus, there was a vibe between us. No regrets.”

“That’s evil,” he says with a laugh. “But, yeah, sounds like he deserved it.”

“Please, I’m sure you’ve done things that make that seem like child’s play.”

He licks his lips. “You’d be right.”

Now I’m intrigued. “Like what?”

He shakes his head. “This morning is about you, sweetheart. Did you see the hookup again?”

“Yeah. A few times. Then he fell in love with me, and I dumped him,” I explain.

Jamie swallows hard. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “So, it’s like that?”

“For now,” I admit, nearly smirking. “Still waiting for Prince Charming.”

Jamie runs his fingers through my hair, and I lean into him.

“Well, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips, “hope you find him.”

I kiss him instead of answering. He tastes like coffee. One hand slides up the back of my neck and holds me where he wants me. He grabs the stool and pulls me closer to him. Then I’m being lifted onto his lap.

Jamie carries me across the room to the fire, and I’m brought back to last night when headlights interrupted us.

He lays me down on the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace and pulls the T-shirt over my head. One side of me goes hot from the fire, and the other has goose bumps from his light touch. He works down my body, taking his time in every place he’s memorized, and there are a lot of them. When he settles between my legs, he looks up the length of me first.

I don’t know where this road leads, but sex has never felt so fucking good. He braces both forearms beside my head.

“Fuck me like I’m yours,” I whisper into his neck.

He unravels me with the sun barely over the ridge.

“You are mine.” He nibbles on my ear, and I dig my heels into his ass.

He stops being careful. I get both hands in his hair as he fucks me, claims me. His mouth is on my neck, marking me.

“Yes.” The word falls from my lips. “More.”

Jamie fucks me like his life depends on it, like he’s erasing every man that came before him until he’s the last one standing. I gasp for air, my back arching off the floor. He takes my nipple into his mouth as I scream out his name. The orgasm pulls me under as warmth spreads through my body. I don’t know where I end and he begins, and I don’t want to. He groans into my neck, spilling inside me. I close my eyes as the fire pops.

“When I was with Teddy,” I confess, “I’d fake my orgasms.”

Jamie laughs against my collarbone. “No.”

“Every time.”

“You deserve better than that.”

“Do I?” I ask.

He kisses me. “Fuck yes.”

We pull apart and jump in the shower together. As Jamie washes my hair, I watch him. He’s careful and attentive. I rest my hands on his hips.

“We have to be more careful with the things we say out loud. Words have weight,” I tell him. “Last night, with the ring, and …”