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Silence filled their drive back to the tavern. Malcolm walked her to the door, shadows masking his expression in the dim lighting of the crescent moon and one lone fluorescent bulb.
“I’ll wait until I hear the lock,” Malcolm said.
Jami nodded, slipping inside. “Good night.” The door closed between them, and she threw the deadbolt. Long minutes passed before she heard his steps fading toward the truck. The metal of the spiral stairs clanked as she made her way to the spare room, already certain sleep would be a long time coming.
Chapter 22
Malcolmgaveuponsleep and padded to the kitchen for his first cup of coffee. When he’d first opened the tavern, he’d forced himself to take Sundays off. Sometimes he slept in a little, but not since Jami had moved out.
A few days had passed since that night at the gym. At the tavern, Jami had taken to touching him even more. Every brush built the fire inside of him. He wondered if she was aware of the intense effect she had on him.
The first sip of coffee scalded his tongue, and he cursed. Setting the mug down, he shot off a text to Reggie. If his friend was up, maybe he would let Malcolm jab at his face again, even though they’d sparred just the night before.
At least Reggie hadn’t noticed his erection at the time, or hadn’t mentioned it if he did. Kissing Jami on the mat hadn’t been his smoothest idea. He’d tried like hell not to poke her in the ass every time he stood near her at the tavern as well. Every time he remembered how sweetly her nipples had pebbled against the palm of his hand, he began to sweat. The ache to have her was no longer going away.
A soft knock sounded on the front door. Malcolm crossed to it, fresh worry—and arousal—washing over him when a nervous Jami stood in front of the peephole.
“How did you get here?” he asked as he shoved the door open. “I would have—”
Jami lunged toward him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her lips cutting off his words.
Malcolm wondered if he was dreaming even as he backed inside the house with her, his tongue already sliding against hers. He leaned against the door to slam it shut, his fingers tingling to grab her ass and haul her up against him. He focused on slanting his lips over hers again and again instead, unable to restrain his groan when her hands slid down his bare chest to curl into the waistband of his drawstring shorts.
“No stopping this time,” Jami said, those fingers sliding lower and making it hard for him to think with all the blood flowing to his already hard erection.
He wanted to reach for her, but fisted his hands to keep himself from taking over too soon. “Anything you want, Jami. As long as you want it.” He tried to suck in a breath. “But are you sure?”
“I’ll show you I am,” she murmured, crouching and dragging his shorts down with her.
Malcolm found himself naked except for the cloth puddled at his feet. Jami’s mouth hovered in front of him, and he dragged in air, forgetting to release it. He wanted to warn her not to touch him, but also ached for her to touch him, the confused snarl locking in his throat.
Jami brushed her lips over the tip of his erection in a barely there kiss that made his balls tighten. She lurched to her feet to drag her shirt over her head and shove down her skirt and underwear, blissfully naked before him.
Her eyes drifted over his body. “You really are like a cover model. So beautiful.”
“You’re the one who’s beautiful, Jami.” They hadn’t gotten naked when they’d lost their virginity together in the nurse’s office. Her curly hair had grown just past her shoulders now, stopping well above those delicate breasts of hers, which pebbled at his gaze. She was still on the thin side, but her hips flared out. His eyes moved lower even as she clenched her thighs together from what he hoped was a gathering ache. “Bedroom,” he muttered, trying to urge her back.
“Carry me then,” Jami said, leaping into his arms. Her own wrapped around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist. She cradled his erection right where it wanted to be as she found his mouth again.
Malcolm growled against her lips even as his hands grabbed her hips, keeping her from thrusting against him and taking him much too soon. No, he wanted her hot and dripping from multiple orgasms before he buried himself inside her, assuming she really did want that.
His fingers stroked the silky skin of her ass as he strode to the bedroom, beginning to shake when she shimmied against his hands and the tip of his cock. He fell back so she’d be on top, keeping a tight grip on her hips as she straightened and tried to push down.
“Malcolm,” she panted in an annoyed voice. “I want sex.”
“Let’s test how true that is.” Malcolm dragged her body up his torso and higher, startling her into pressing her hands flat against the wall above them when his mouth found her down below. He licked along her entrance, the sweetness of her like honey on his tongue.
“Wha—” The question strangled in her throat as he began to stroke her with his tongue. Malcolm kept his strokes light at first, enjoying the way her thighs shook beside his head as she let out little gasping breaths. He slowly ramped up the pressure, lapping up her sweet nectar as her hips began to seek his tongue across her clit. His hands grabbed her ass to pull her tighter against his mouth. He shortened his strokes, giving her the constant friction she craved.
Jami called his name when she tipped over the edge. He drew out her pulses as long as he could. When her shaking stopped, he eased her body back so he could search her face.
“That was—” Jami swallowed, and a delayed tremor slid through her and against his hands.
“An orgasm,” Malcolm said. She went off as easily as he remembered. He wanted to give her so many that she’d lose all doubt over having them. He pulled her hips toward his mouth again. “One of many,” he promised her. Then his lips closed around that perfect bud of hers, and he began to suckle.
She cried out as her thighs clenched around his head and her torso arched back. Malcolm’s hands slid up her back to support her body as he continued to use his mouth on her. She screamed when she came the second time.
He was drunk on the taste of her and thrust his tongue inside. A shocked mewl slipped from her throat, making him growl. He eased her back until she was flush against his drawn-up thighs and her ass cuddled his painfully hard erection. He urged her thighs wider so he could see exactly what he wanted to touch. His finger brushed over her wet entrance before moving up and over her now sensitive clit.
