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That was the cue that finally sent my lungs working. “Had a temporary encounter with oxygen deficiency. All good now.”
He huffed a quiet laugh and then nuzzled into my neck. Momentarily frozen in disbelief, I swallowed, aware it was absolutely audible, and then tentatively wrapped my hands around his muscular arms. Humming contentedly, Jameson tightened his grip, snaking a thigh between mine and sending my heart into overdrive. To my utter delight, the man was a living, breathing space heater, his body warmth leaching into every inch of my skin like a godsend.
“You’re freezing,” he mumbled into my neck. Slowly, he rubbed a pattern up and down my arms, a sleepy attempt at friction through the sweatshirt. That didn’t stop my core from heating, anticipation tightening the muscles as I breathed in his mouth-watering scent. Fuck, I wanted to drink him in. It was his abruptly halted movement that made me aware I was arching into him, ass pressed to hisveryfirm groin, body melding into his touch as my head fell back onto his shoulder.
“Noel,” he growled, no longer so sleepy. The predatory edge in his voice sent goosebumps dancing down my skin. I simply shifted harder against him, intertwining our fingers where he’d snuck his arm beneath me. Grinding my ass down his erection, a soft whimper left my lips. “Noel,” he warned again, but I didn’t stop, instead turning over my shoulder to meet his gaze, where he’d just propped up on a forearm. I bit my lip, watching as he attempted to either ignite me or make sense of me with those hard, shadowed eyes—I was fine with either. Spontaneous combustion would be a welcome reprieve from the desire threatening to burst through my body. My desperate nipples were attempting to erect a two-tower circus tent through his loaned hoodie.
“Baby, don’t start something you don’t want me to finish.”
“Who says I don’t want you to finish?” I took the hand he’d settled over my chest and slid his palm down to my breast, his eyes closing as the air rushed from us both. My heart performed the drum solo of the century, and it took every ounce of focus to say, “That would kind of be the point, wouldn’t it?”
“Fuck,” he rasped, grinding against my ass as his hand flew to the hem of my shirt, diving beneath it as the other one looped up to grab my throat, guiding my face up so he could kiss up the side of my neck. Jameson’s skin on my bare breast was fucking orgasmic.Unrealincredible. Melted butter on fresh-baked sourdough toast, triple layer chocolate cake in a raspberry drizzle, and the world’s sauciest lasagnaincredible. Every inch of my body was suddenly on alert, buzzing in an attempt to draw his attention next.
“If you say I can have you, I’m not going to be able to stop. I can't resist this anymore.” He gave my breast a little squeeze, pinching the hard nipple between his fingers as he ground his thick erection against my ass again. I wanted to squeak in disbelief, wanted to melt against him entirely. It was a surprise when my mouth still formed coherent words.
“It’s a damn good thing you don’t have to, then.”
Eyes darkening, Jameson claimed me, immediately dominating the kiss with his tongue, shifting his braced hand to support my head so he could devour me thoroughly. Like he’d known twisting at this angle was already uncomfortable.
Everythingwas burning. Churning and tightening. His hand abandoned its place on my breast, diving beneath the loose sweats and earning a low groan from his chest when he found me bare.
“Fuck me,” He muttered, rubbing his palm over my freshly shaved, silky smooth sex. Because, whether or not I’d admit it aloud, I was actually prepared this time. “So damn soft. You bare forme, beautiful?” When I nodded against him, he blew out a heavy breath punctuated by five words that set my blood alight. “Sucha good fucking girl.”
Praise kink?Certainly hadn’t realized I had one, but holy mother of god, that sure as hell activated it. His words had wet heat pooling faster than I could fathom, those rough fingers smoothly sliding through my slick center only to expertly circle back to my clit. Breath catching in my throat, he sighed as he stimulated that bundle of nerves, demolishing my body in a matter of seconds. Jameson Rhodes was the kind of man that would melt women and shamelessly return them to their loved ones in a liquid state contained in a damn mason jar. Or at least, that’s how it felt as he worked me, expertly stimulating me with practiced motions before sliding a thick finger into my center, the knuckle of another finger playing against the tight ring of muscle behind it.
“Goddamnbaby, I fucking knew it.”
“What?” I breathed, the air coming out in a rush.Dammit, shut up, Noel. Don’t ask questions–Jameson is touching you. What else matters?
“You’reperfect. So wet for me.” Free hand diving beneath the neckline of his loaned hoodie, he grabbed a breast, squeezing and tweaking as his mouth came down on mine—hard. Knuckle against my ass, a finger deep inside me, and his thumb applying pressure to my clit, Jameson ruled my fucking body. And he did it with one damn hand. Every synapse fired off, determined to bow to the conqueror of Noel-land. Trembling, panting, sweating, my head fell back against his chest, and he held me there, gliding his palm from my breast to wrap around my neck. The touch intensified every other sensation, blood thrumming.
Stars popped into my vision as the spring in my core tightened with his ruthless, demanding motions. Shifting his mouth to my ear, he whispered, “You going to come for me, Noel? Going to be my good girl and come all over my hand?”
Well, hello, Mr. Rhodes, pack me up and call me your plaything, because at this rate, I’m about to be putty in your palm.My brain hyper-fixated on one piece of that filthy sentence, doing internal backflips and hollering ‘yahoo’at the claiming praise.Hisgood girl. Oh, god, I knew I shouldn’t love the sound of that, but my entire body begged to differ. Iwantedto be his.Wantedfor him to want me like that. Beyond that, I wanted to please him. More desperately than I could even make sense of.
“Yes,” I breathed, a throaty moan escaping as his movements intensified, fingers pinching and rolling my nipple until it almost hurt. But fuck, if it wasn’t the most delicious kind of pain, sending fervent desire flooding through my veins. Jameson Rhodes was conducting a symphony of sensations across my skin, and he hadn’t even pulled out his cock yet. What in the hell had I been missing all this time?
“Damn, Noel. You have me so worked up. If I let you come, will you return the favor, baby?” Whimpering, I nodded frantically, desperate for that promised release. Desperate to see how he wanted to be served. Fuck, I’d known he’d be good—let’s be real, Jameson oozed sex-god levels of testosterone—but I hadn’t realized the command he’d have over my body. The longer he worked, the harder the waves hit. Pleasure rocked through me, rolling in sync with his demanding movements. But every time sweet release glittered within my grasp, his motions would ease up, leaving me tiptoeing that edge before he’d nip or kiss or suck at my neck and resume his tireless ministrations.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, whimpering as I rolled my hips against him, he kissed up my jaw, and groaned, “I want this cuntsoakingwet when I finally slide inside you.Come for me, Noel.”
I did.God, I did. Maybe it was the expert curl of those thick fingers against my walls, or just the electrifying sensation of my name on his tongue after filthy words. Long and hard, he ripped wave after wave of agonizing release from me, a satisfied moan rumbling deep in his chest as my orgasm clamped around his fingers, arousal seeping down his hand. Darkness encroached on my vision, eyes rolling back as stars glittered in them. Too much. Too much, and not nearly enough. I neededhim. Not that my brain could form a sentence as he ripped the last of my senses out of me.
Dear.God. What on earth was it about such a good man having such a filthy mouth that drop-kicked me right over the edge?
He didn’t relent, didn’t lessen the pressure or merciless rhythm until I went limp in his arms, coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and panting as my head lolled back onto his shoulder. Chuckling, he slowly slipped out of me, startling me breathless when he gave my pussy a little clap. Jameson stiffly rolled onto his back, pulling me tight against him as we caught our breath and he flexed his arousal-slicked hand, stretching it out. When I finally summoned the strength to look at him, stunning masculine satisfaction curved his lips, even his closed eyes somehow content.
“Thank you,” I whisper-panted against his chest. When he just curled me tighter against him and kissed my crown, I shook my head. “Nobody has…ever put me first like that.” His fingers halted where they’d been trailing up and down my arm. “Jameson?”
TWENTY-ONE
JAMESON
Anger threatened the reign arousal had on my body, vision blurring for a second as her words settled in. “What do you mean, beautiful? Nobody’s let you come first?”
“Hell, nobody has made me come that hard.” If it could have, my ego would have purred. “Lost my vision for a second there.”
Satisfaction was a living entity in my blood, but my mind was still stuck on what she’d said before. “Well, I can’t say I’m mad about that. They took care of you, though?” Her shrug was fucking answer enough.
