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As tired as I was, I couldn’t nap after my shower. I could barely sit still. Even as I drove around the bay to park outside Annie’s house, my skin kept vibrating with energy. Deep down I knew why. I knew I’d made a choice in that ravine, and I wanted Jamie to know. I wanted him to understand how I felt. I had to tell him.
Walking up to his front door, I massaged my hands, and chewed on the inside of my lower lip. I’d never been so nervous in my life.
I raised my hand to knock, and Jamie opened the door smiling. I gave him a once over and my heart lurched into my throat. He was dressed in a fresh set of dark jeans, and a black tee shirt under a dark flannel shirt. The fabric clung to his muscles, perfectly, and as he pushed open the screen door to let me in, I was overwhelmed by the scent of a thunderstorm.
“Come in,” he said, shifting to give me enough space to pass him.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat and walked inside, barely suppressing a shiver as his hand brushed mine. He shut the door, and I closed the space between us, pushing up on my toes to kiss him.
He froze for a second, letting my fingers thread into his hair, and then he melted. His hands slipped around my waist as he pulled me tight.
“Mmm, I thought you wanted to talk,” he said, against my lips.
“I do,” I said, sinking back onto my heels. “But…can dinner wait?”
He nodded. “I can heat it up later.”
“Good.” I said, backing out of his reach.
Jamie smiled but didn’t move as I pulled my loose black tank top off over my head and tossed it onto the back of his living room couch.
“What are you doing?” he asked. His eyes taking in the sight of me standing before him in my jeans and bra.
I smiled. “Come get me.”
His eyebrows rose as he processed my words, and then his expression shifted. His eyes narrowed, his smile grew, and he struck. He closed the distance between us, pressing a hand against my chest, just below my neck, and pinned me to the wall by his office door. His hand slid up, and he grabbed me by the chin, tilting my head to the side as he ran his nose along my pulse point.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, trailing his lips over my skin.
“Yes,” I said. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”
His teeth grazed my shoulder. “This shirt isn’t a favorite of yours, is it?”
It took me a second to gather my wits enough to shake my head. “No.”
He gave me a peck on the lips, and his hands skated up my body, brushing over my breasts where my nipples pebbled under his touch. He grabbed the collar of my tank top, his fingers tightening around the fabric, and he tore it right in two, slicing through my bra at the same time.
His head stooped and his hot kiss trailed down over my collarbone as I tilted my head back against the wall. His tongue traced the swell of each breast, and then he pulled my right nipple into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue as he rolled the other between his forefinger and thumb.
I groaned arching my back up into him, pressing him more firmly against my skin, and my fingers threaded through his hair as I moaned.“Jamie.”
He lifted his head to kiss me again and pinched both of my nipples between his fingers. I whimpered, and he chuckled, smoothing over my abused flesh with his thumbs.
“Your lips, your skin, it tastes better than I thought it would. Should we find out how the rest of you tastes?” he asked, popping the buttons open on my jeans.
“Please,” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from his lips.
“So polite,” he chuckled. “Where’s my feisty girl? Remember what I said. Don’t hide from me.”
I slid my hand down the front of his pants, teasing the impressive length straining against his jeans. “Oh, she’s here. Just trying to process, and pace myself.”
He pulled my hands away from him, flipped me around to face the wall, and pressed his weight into my back as his fingers dove down between my legs, slipping beneath my jeans. He pressed the lace of my thong into the apex of my thighs, and I gasped.
“Oh, baby, fuck pacing yourself. Don’t hold back,” he growled in my ear, circling my clit with his fingers. “I want you insatiable. I want you wild for me.”
My fingers scraped on the sheet rock that lined the walls of the hallway, and I felt my muscles coiling for their first release.
