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“I don’t wear them anymore.” He laughs. “In case you were curious.”
The gravity of what we are about to do suddenly hits me. I push back from the table and bolt to my feet.
Jameson does the same. “What’s wrong?”
“Your underwear,” I whisper. “I’m going to see it.”
He laughs. “You already saw it, Sin. I caught you checking out the goods in the kitchen one morning. Remember?”
I step back, trying to find some air to fill my lungs. I’m going to sleep with Jameson Sheppard tonight. This is really happening.
“What’s going on?” His tone softens. “Are you having second thoughts, Sinclair?”
I look at his face. “No.”
He inches his chin up. “Good.”
The look in his eyes is pure desire. I see it. It’s so palpable that I can feel it. I want him, but I need a moment to catch my breath.
“I should take Duds for a walk,” I mutter. “Before…you know…before we…”
Jameson leans closer to me, lowering his voice to a growl. “Before we fuck.”
I step back so quickly that the heel of my left shoe catches on one of the legs of my chair. I stumble back, but Jameson has me in his arms before I can fall.
He guides me backward, one tiny step at a time, until my back is against the wall. “Do you still want to go?”
“Go?” I ask because what the fuck is happening? I can feel how aroused he is. I am too. I swear I’m about to have an orgasm just from the anticipation of feeling him inside me.
Suddenly, he guides my arms above my head as he trails kisses over my cheek toward my neck. His hands hold my wrists in place, pressing them against the wall.
I let out the slightest moan. “Oh, I…”
“You were talking about taking the dog for a walk,” he says roughly. “Or you could skip that, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
One of his hands slides down my arm to my neck. He wraps his fingers around it, drawing my gaze up to his.
“You want me now.” He stares into my eyes. “I feel it.”
I nod. “I do. I want you now.”
Before I have time to think about what happens next, his lips are on mine in a hungry kiss that I know won’t be enough to satisfy either of us.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Jameson
Fuck the fucking bed.
It feels like it’s a million miles away. I need to touch Sinclair now. I need to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Without breaking our kiss, I take her back in my arms. There’s no resistance there at all. She wants me as desperately as I want her.
I guide her toward the table.
It’s the least comfortable thing in this room, but comfort is not at the forefront of my mind. The way she will cry out when I’m inside her is all I can think about.
I haul her up by her waist and drop her ass on the table.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her cheeks flush with need. “Jameson.”
“Give me this,” I plead. “I need to be inside of you now.”
A smile plays on her lips. “You want me that badly?”
I could answer with a resounding yes, but I let my body show her. I grab her by the calves and tug her down the table.
The goddamn skirt she’s wearing is too tight. I’m tempted to try and rip it to shreds, but she reads my mind.
She lifts her ass to grant me the access I want.
I push the skirt up her creamy thighs until I see what I want most.
A small triangle of white lace covers her core.
She pokes the heel of her right shoe into my stomach. “I’m waiting.”
Jesus, this woman.
I’ve been waiting for years for this moment, and I swear to fuck, if I’m not inside her within the next thirty seconds, my knees will buckle from the weight of the sheer need I feel.
I undo my belt, yanking it through the loops quickly.
Her eyes widen. “Keep going.”
I do as she orders and unbuckle my pants before I draw the zipper down. It takes two seconds flat before my cock is in my palm.
She’s not shy as she stares. “Jameson.”
It’s impressive. I know because I’ve never had any complaints.
“Condom,” she whispers. “I need you to…”
Her words trail as I yank a package from my pocket. I rip the foil open with my teeth, and with shaking hands, I sheath my dick.
My hands are back on her then. I tug her down the table by her legs. I push them apart to run the head of my cock over the thin lace of her panties.
“Push them aside,” she says in a breathy tone. “I want to feel you.”
I do just that and enter her with a solid thrust. It takes every ounce of strength I possess not to pass out because it feels that fucking good.
