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"Jameson!" I whisper-shout, knowing it's a slim chance anyone will hear me.
I trip over a large root sticking out of the ground, my body slamming against the grass, my phone falling about five feet in front of me. I army crawl over to it, noticing the toe of Jameson's shoe.
My eyes quickly avert to six feet up where his perfect chiseled jawline looks down at me, the muscle in his neck tightening with anger.
"What are you doing here?"
The way he grits the words out makes tears threaten my eyes again. He's basically growling at me. I sit up, pushing myself to my feet, still in a bit of pain from where I fell.
"I've been looking everywhere for you," I sigh, "I just wanted to talk."
He laughs, "Talk about what, Hanna? There isn't anything left to discuss."
"Sure there is," I sigh, "I love you," I admit, wrapping my fingers in the fabric of his jacket.
"Did you think of me at all?" His hand pushes mine off as he takes a step back, creating space between us.
"Jameson, I'm sorry. I should've made sure he left before I went to bed. I was so upset I didn't even care that he was there."
His irritated laugh is more violent, "So you're just sorry that I walked in on you guys? Unbelievable. How long have you been sleeping with him?"
I feel the air escape my lungs. He thinks we are sleeping together?
"Jameson, no. It's not—"
"Just shut up, Hanna!" His voice is raised, and my tears pour, "I trusted you. I waited with you. I was patient with you. I listened when you said you weren't ready, that you wanted us to be special, and for what? For you to throw us away on Logan? My best friend?"
I stand there in shock, trying to brush off his words and form my own, "Go home or to Logan, just leave me the hell alone!"
He turns to walk away, and my sadness is swapped for anger as I run up and yank him backward by the arm.
"No, jackass! You don't get to tell me what to do! You act like waiting for me to be ready was such an inconvenience for you! I didn't have sex with Logan, but with the way you're actin', maybe I should have!"
I turn to leave, stomping back in the direction of my car, taking a few steps before slamming into Jameson's chest.
His hands grip my neck, pulling me into a kiss, our lips slamming together. His hands roaming over my body before lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as our tongues explore each other. His cock grows beneath his jeans, rubbing me in all the areas that desperately need to be touched. I want to shove him away, but I can't. My body is literally aching for him. He takes a few steps before laying my back gently on the ground, surrounded by a blanket. One that I know he keeps behind the seat in his truck.
His lips pull from mine, his arms holding himself up on both sides of my shoulders, caging me in.
The look in his eyes says, "I'm sorry," and his hair flips down over his brow. The one look that gets me every time. Tonight it's melting my panties, though. I reach between us, undoing the button on his jeans.
"Are you…" he pants, "are you sure about this?"
I nod, his hands finding the edge of my sweatshirt, lifting it gently over my head.
Our lips reconnect as he pulls my pants down, the cold air sending a chill over my body. He stops for a split second, admiring me. Not that he hasn't seen me naked before, but it's like he's trying to imprint this in his memory.
His body hovers over mine, his hand dipping between my thighs, his finger slipping inside me. It nearly steals my next breath. He trails his lips down my neck, taking my nipple between his teeth, slipping another finger inside me.
"I... I don't think I'm going to last very long."
He laughs, "You think I will? I've been waiting for this moment for a while."
I smirk, "You going to keep talking, or are you going to show me what I've been waiting for?"
A sexy laugh escapes, and he pushes his fingers deeper into me, pulling them out and straight into his mouth.
"So sweet, so perfect," he whispers, positioning himself at my entrance.
