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“I’m gonna fuck you, Serena,” he says.
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He swings the car around a turn, and we’re on a state route now. “And you’re gonna shut up and come on my dick until we stop doing whatever the fuck this is because it’s bothering me. I don’t like being bothered.”
I am on fire. Burning in every cell. Normally, I would come up with a sassy little comeback, but all I can think about is…well, how I’m about to sleep with him again.
“Fine,” I say. “You are an asshole. Anyone ever told you that?”
“Yep. You. A few minutes ago.”
God, he is infuriating. We turn off the state route, and neither of us speaks until we pull up to a modern home sitting on the cliffs, looking out over the ocean. Normally, I would be stunned by the sight because it’s my first time seeing the ocean. Granted, I’ve seen some very large lakes, so maybe that’s it. More likely it’s him. I jump out of the truck the second he cuts the engine, and he follows me, striding up the walkway.
The house is a huge new build where it looks like two flat boxes stacked. The second floor has a big porch. Everything is dark glass, barely any actual walls to be seen. Behind me, the tailgate clangs, and he pulls my bag out. His shoes crunch on the walkway, and he goes past me, climbing up the porch and pulling open the front door. My heart is pounding so hard I feel it on my tongue.
“Come on, cowgirl,” he says. “Get inside.”
I go, setting my coffee down. This is a really fucking nice house. The door slams shut, and I hear his boots on the floor. I turn and run right into a broad, warm chest. God, he is so tall. I forgot how tall he is. I drag my eyes up his torso, and he looks down at me, like I faintly amuse him.
“Should we fuck around or just fuck?” he asks.
I open my mouth, but he bends down, picks me up by the waist, and sets me on the counter. Our lips are so close. I should care that I spent a few hours traveling, that I need a shower, but clearly he doesn’t care.
“Just fuck,” I whisper.
He leans in and kisses me. It’s been a year, but God, it feels like so much longer. My eyes close, and my body melts. His arm slides around me, my head falling over it. His other hand, big and rough, slides up my waist and beneath my shirt. Fingertips on naked skin.
This is why he’s been imprinted on my brain all year.
Because it’s like a choir starts singing a melody I’ve missed terribly, something I haven’t heard in a lifetime, but I need it so badly to feel safe. The empty, jagged space in my chest heals. My pride takes a backseat. I fall into him like stumbling over a cliff face. His kiss is discreet, but that’s all it takes to tear me to pieces. My head falls back, and he presses his mouth to my neck, to the hollow between my collarbones.
“Goddamn, girl,” he says gruffly.
“Just take me to the fucking bed,” I gasp.
“You don’t want—”
“Jamie,” I snap, pushing my head up. “Fuck me.”
He scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth meets mine, and it’s game over.
CHAPTER TWELVE
JAMIE
It’s probably good I’ve been jerking off so much, otherwise I’d come in my pants. She smells like the scent I’ve churned in my head. She tastes like last summer, wrapped up in her bed, with the moon coming through the window and our hushed voices trapped beneath the sheets. Her body is so fucking soft. I don’t know how she gets her skin to feel like silk, but I can’t stop running my hands over her waist, down her hips, her thighs around my waist.
In the bedroom, I toss her onto her back and reach for her shorts. She lifts her hips, and I slide them down to reveal a matching pink thong with a little silk bow.
Jesus Christ.
I was wondering why she didn’t fight me much in the truck. She wants this as badly as I do, evidenced by the wet bit of lace between her thighs. My dicks aches. She smiles, a pink flush staining her cheeks and throat. She knows I’m suffering, so hard it hurts, and I’m sure she likes that. I lean over to grab her shirt, and her hand slides up my thigh and cups my groin. We both go still. She bites her lip, eyes meeting mine.
Her thumb runs across my zipper. My dick twitches violently.
“You need something?” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby, I need that pussy.”
