Page 39 of Take Her On

Thank fuck for that.

Jamie rewarded her, pressing harder against her clit. “Can I kiss you?”

Maya snorted. “That’s awfully polite for someone who’s already got their hands down my pants.”

Jamie stopped circling her, and Maya growled, digging her nails into her waist. Jamie raised her brows, her lips pursing. Nothing was better than getting a rise out of Maya.

“Ugh! Fine. Yes, you can ki—”

She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence. Jamie’s mouth was on hers. Hot. Demanding.

Maya grabbed her arse, rocking their hips together, pulling them closer. The feel of Maya’s pelvis against hers made Jamie’s eyes roll back.

There was too much space. Too many clothes. She needed her naked. To feel her wet and rubbing against her. She wanted all of Maya, undiluted.

She unzipped her tracksuit top and tugged it down her arms, barely breaking kisses. Maya did the same to Jamie, and something seemed to awaken inside her. The dark look crossing her gaze made Jamie swallow. She ripped Jamie’s T-shirt over her head and nipped hard at the bare skin of her shoulders, clawing her nails across her back.

Jamie shivered, trying to get Maya back up against the wall, but now she had the upper hand.

Maya wasn’t backing down. She was leaning into it.

Sweet lord.

She gripped Jamie’s waist as she walked them backwards to the bed.

“Take your shirt off,” Jamie said.

But Maya pushed her, and Jamie fell back onto her navy bedsheets. Maya’s gaze dipped over her black sports bra and tight abs. The fire in her eyes was almost enough to make Jamie combust. She had no idea how fucking sexy she was.

“You want my shirt off? Make me,” Maya said.

Jamie leaned forward on her knees and tugged Maya down onto the bed with her. She tried to get her lips on Maya’s neck again, fisting her shirt, but Maya seized her hands, using her strength to overpower her and tip her onto her back. She lifted Jamie’s arms up above her head, pinning them against her pillow.

Jamie looked up at her, breathless—and admittedly, a little in awe.

“Take off your bra first,” Maya demanded.

Jamie wasn’t going to give it to her easily. She lifted her chin. “Come and get it.”

“Turn over.”

With a little encouragement from Maya’s forceful hands, Jamie obliged, rolling over, her own hands still up on her pillow.

Maya flicked open the clasp, but it was one of those frustrating fits that needed to come off over Jamie’s head. Instead, she gripped the waistband of Jamie’s trousers and whipped them off, leaving her in her navy-blue boxer briefs. She smoothed her hands over Jamie’s strong legs and round bum, before raking her nails up the skin of her back. Jamie shivered underneath her.

Maya dipped so she could bite her shoulder again, hard enough to make her hiss, then lowered herself against Jamie’s bum. She could feel Maya’s damp underwear as she pressed against her, rolling her hips, and gasped into the pillow, feeling herself pulse.

“Turn around,” Maya whispered into her ear.

“How? When you’re on me like—”

“Turn around,” she said again, more forcefully this time.

There was no way Jamie could say no to that.

Maya lifted herself slightly, supporting herself with her arms, and Jamie wiggled over so they were face to face.

“You’re very demanding,” she breathed, their mouths just inches apart.