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By the time he emerges from the bathroom, I’ve moved back to thoughts of my company and the mess I have to get it out of.
“You won’t sleep tonight, will you?” he asks as he slips under the bed covers.
I roll to face him. “I’ll try.” God knows I need it. Every muscle in my body feels like it’s just climbed Mount Everest. But Jameson knows as well as I do that it’s my brain I won’t be able to switch off.
“Come here.”
Who would have thought two words could affect me the way those two do?
“No.”
“Adeline.” The vibrations of his deep voice collide with the command he’s issuing, causing a pulse of need in my core.
I reach up and flick the light off, putting us in darkness. “I’m not coming over there.”
Before I know what’s happening, his hand wraps tightly around mine and he pulls me across the bed to him. He manhandles me, bringing me to straddle him.
Bewildered, I place my hands to his bare chest and look down at him. I find it difficult to concentrate on anything but his hard dick that I want to do filthy things to, number one being to rub myself shamelessly all over it right now.
He switches the light back on and takes hold of my thighs. “I’m going to get you to sleep. And you’re not going to argue with me.”
I attempt to bring air into my lungs. It’s kind of hard when he’s got me on top of him while saying things like that and looking at me like he wants to devour me. “You told me to argue with you.”
His eyes.
Oh God, those eyes.
I swear they do this thing where the color shifts from brown to black to brown again.
My vagina likes it a little too much.
Especially when his jaw does that thing it’s doing now where it reveals all the things he’s not saying.
“I didn’t tell you to argue with me.”
I can’t stop myself; I rock my hips.
Jameson hisses and grips my thighs harder.
“I distinctly recall you telling me to.”
“I told you to tone your arguing down.”
I rock against him again. “That wasn’t how I interpreted it.”
“Interpret it that way now.”
I move my hands over his chest as I drop my gaze to his tattooed arm. The fact I’ve started to find his ink hot is perplexing. In no scenario should I be into this eyesore that covers his arm. He’s got a wolf on there, along with mountain peaks, tree branches that look like they’re from a scary movie, wings, and a whole lot of swirls and other patterns mixed in. The only tattoo I like is the rose that covers the back of his hand. It’s also got other patterns mixed in, but mostly it’s a black rose and I find it quite beautiful.
“Who was the rose for?”
He finds my eyes. “My mother.” He begins working his way down the buttons of my silk pajama top.
We watch each other in silence while he strips my top from me. I decide I’d like him to undress me like this daily. The sex we’ve had up to now has been fast and rough. This is slow and sexy, and I like it a lot.
He skims a finger under the top of my pajama bottoms, his light touch blazing heat over my skin. “Is there anything you won’t do during sex?”
I keep hold of his eyes. “Sometimes you surprise me, Jameson.” I wouldn’t have expected him to ask about my sexual preferences; I’d have expected him to simply make his clear and wait for me to accept or reject.
