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“Do me,” I growled.
She blinked at me. “What?”
“I said, dome.”
“Jameson…”
“Fuck, Oaklee,” I bit out and kissed her.
She stiffened for just a second before she melted against me and kissed me back.
13
OAKLEE
Ididn’t know what was going on with Jameson, but it was hard to think with him in the room, heaving and bristling like the angry bear he was, and me naked save for my G-string and boots.
I’d been so lost in the moment in that room, touching myself, relishing in the fact that others were looking on, I hadn’t realized he’d been there, too. Would I have done something differently if I’d known?
The way he’d carried me off as if I belonged to him pissed me off and turned me on. Jameson was the type of man who took charge, and he was taking charge of me.
I wanted to slap him.
I wanted to fuck him.
Jameson sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on me enough that the burst of pain washed a wave of heat over me, and my eyes rolled shut.
Jameson wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him. My breasts mashed against his chest, the buttons of his shirt cold against my skin. His cologne was intoxicating—some sexy smell that cost a fortune, no doubt, but it wasn’t his cologne that drew me in. It was the smell of his arousal, the scent of his bear, earthy and primal, that tugged at me.
Jameson kissed me, nibbling on my lips, and he grinded his erection against me. His cock strained against his jeans, and I wanted to undo his pants to set it free.
“What was your plan after you dragged me off like a caveman, big guy?” I asked through our kisses.
Jameson growled at the back of his throat. “I’m going to make sure you understand exactly what you’re doing to me.”
He slid his hand between my legs, and his fingers found the wet patch on my panties, the proof of how turned on I was. His touch was electric, jolts of pleasure coursing through my body like I was a live wire. My nerve endings were alive, and I was hyperaware of Jameson’s breathing, how shallow it was, how fast. His lips were parted, and his bear slid behind his eyes. Magic danced on his skin, and when I touched him, it felt like static. The hair on my arms stood on end.
Jameson kissed me again, and slowly, he worked his way down my neck, biting my skin gently as he moved further and further down. Goosebumps spread across my shoulders and down my back. Jameson’s fingers still teased me through my G-string, and I tilted my head back and quivered with anticipation, giving over to the sensation. Giving over to his control.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained when I ran my hands up his chest.
“Then take them off,” Jameson growled.
My fingers found the buttons, and I slowly undid them. His chest was chiseled and perfect. He was a prime specimen, sculpted like a god for women like me to have erotic dreams about.
When his shirt was undone, I ran my hands over his chest.
Jameson pulled my panties aside, and his fingers found my entrance. It was harder to concentrate on what I was doing when pleasure rendered me numb. He pressed his fingers against my clit and circled my entrance, teasing me. My legs turned to jelly, and my throat tightened. I was a being of pure need, made of lust and pending pleasure. My pussy burned with the need for him to push his fingers—or his cock, I wasn’t picky—into it, and my nipples were erect.
My breath caught in my throat when Jameson pushed his fingers into me. My body went numb, and I leaned my head against his chest.
“You’re making it hard to undress you,” I said, my breath catching in my throat when he flicked his fingers over my clit again. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“You started it,” Jameson said gruffly. “Now, I’m finishing it.”
I reached for his belt buckle and undid it, unzipped his pants, and peeled his jeans away. When I reached into his boxers, his shaft was hot, the flesh thick in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around it.
Jameson sucked a breath through his teeth and growled again. His eyes were pitch black, and his skin rippled with waves of power that rolled over me. I sighed with need at the combination of power and pleasure that swirled around me.
