Page 64 of Above ’N’ Beyond

Slowly, he kissed his way down her belly, stopping short of her itty-bitty white panties. He skimmed his fingers along the insides of her thighs, loving the feel of the baby-soft skin there. “You’re what’s on the menu tonight. Will you let me taste you?” Say yes. If she didn’t, he’d die on the spot, a supremely frustrated and horny man.

“Yesss.” She sucked in her lower lip, biting it.

He knelt on the floor, then hooked his fingers on her panties and drew them down her legs, revealing the triangular thatch of blond hair. He tugged her even closer to the edge of the counter and spread her wide. “Nice. Very nice.”

Her folds were plumped and slick. When he swiped her with his tongue, she bucked beneath his hands. He tasted the sweet heat of her passion. When he drew her clit into his mouth, she began thrashing her head from side to side, her fists clenched in his hair.

Gently, he fastened his teeth on the swollen nub. Her belly quivered and her thigh muscles tightened. He inhaled her musky-sweet scent, wanting to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible.

Her hips bucked faster, then her body bowed, her breasts thrust in the air as she orgasmed with a throaty cry. As Jamie watched the pulses of Bella’s orgasm wash over her, he felt blessed to witness the stunning intensity of her feminine beauty. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in soft gasps as her chest rose and fell. He gathered her in his arms, then carried her limp body to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Unable to stop feasting his eyes, he waited for her breathing to return to normal before tugging his shirt over his head.

Breathing easier now, she watched him kick off his boots and pull down his jeans and underwear. When her gaze lowered and her tongue flicked out to lick her lower lip, Jamie’s brain went in the only direction it could possibly go. One singular image came to mind, obliterating all other thoughts.

Bella’s lips wrapped around his cock, which was currently jutting out stiffer than the steel barrel of a shotgun. A tiny bead of cum appeared at the tip.

She crawled to the edge of the bed and crooked her finger. “Come here,” she whispered in a husky voice.

“Yes, ma’am.” He went to the bed because right now, he’d do anything she ordered him to.

She touched her finger to the bead of cum, swiping it away. His balls tightened to the point of pain. When she touched that same finger to her mouth and rubbed the pearly droplet over her lips until they were glossy… What a turn-on.

Bella grinned then did the one thing destined to drive him absolutely out of his mind with lust. She licked her lips.

Oh man. Pressure built at the base of his cock, and he wasn’t even inside her yet. She closed her fingers around him and stroked, slowly at first. Jamie squeezed his eyes shut, his body taking over, his hips thrusting as she stroked faster, harder.

He groaned deep in his throat. This was good. Too good. He wanted to come inside her.

With so much reluctance it nearly killed him, he pulled his rock-hard erection from her amazingly talented hand, dug out a condom from his wallet and broke every condom-rolling speed record in American history.

He pushed her backward on the bed. As he gazed into her lovely eyes, his chest tightened, and he froze. He was 110 percent certain she wasn’t willingly involved in any criminality. So being in her bed—about to make love to her—wasn’t necessary. Once he stepped over that line, he could never come back. So was he using her?

Before his heart could beat one more time, the answer to his question came into focus.

He was a bastard, and this was, quite possibly, the most selfish thing he’d ever done in his life. Using her to get what he needed—or was it what he wanted?—made him no better than any of the Mancusos. Like a thief or an addict, Bella was a delicious temptation he had to have. Not for the case. This was for him and only him.

“Jimmy?” In a gesture so gentle and so full of genuine caring, she cupped his face, trailing her fingers down his chin. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, then pushed inside her warm, wet core and thrust deep.

She met him thrust for thrust, arching her back and curling her fingers around his biceps. He felt all of her, and he felt her everywhere. Gripping him, stroking him, driving him to the brink.

The need to come pounded louder and louder in every cell of his body. Bella’s eyes were half closed, her lips parted. In the supreme ugliness that had become his life, she was a gift. The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

An agonizing moment of sheer bliss blanketed his soul. There was no place he’d rather be than right here, wrapped around Bella, inside her, absorbing her warmth, her light, her passion.

As he leaned down to fasten his mouth on hers, his skin tingled, and the hair on his head seemed to be standing on end. It was an eerie sensation he’d never had before.

Her muffled cry broke the kiss. She arched beneath him, the orgasm tightening her body like a bowstring. Jamie pressed his lips to her neck, breathing in her scent as he found his blissful release.

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“Mmm.” Keeping her eyes closed, Bella stretched her arms over her head. The sheet slipped down her body like a cool caress. Every one of her muscles, including those in her core, felt deliciously used. Then it hit her.

I slept with Jimmy Santoro.

Her throat constricted with a serious twinge of worry. The pitfalls of making love with one of Paola and Tony’s boys were many and convoluted. So what did this mean moving forward?

This could very well have been a one-time thing that had just happened. A relationship didn’t seem possible, and yet…