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Leighton pulled her mouth away and their gazes connected. “Jamie,” she murmured softly, running a thumb over Jamie’s lower lip before her focus shifted to it, too.
This was Leighton’s way of checking in. Her answer? She crushed her mouth to Leighton’s and there was nothing slow about them anymore. That was good because there was also nothing she needed on Earth right now except Leighton beneath her fingertips, her mouth, her tongue.
“Is that a yes?” Leighton said with a breathy quality to her voice. Not only was that new but sexy as hell.
Jamie nodded. “This way,” she murmured against Leighton’s lips, backing up and turning. Holding Leighton’s wrist, she guided them down the hallway to her bedroom. She flipped on her overhead light and thought better, flipping it off again. The blue illumination from the semifull moon draped the room in both light and shadow.
With her arms tightly around Jamie’s waist, Leighton’s lips pressed to her neck, kissing along its column as Jamie pulled in air. Her center ached, but she yearned to turn the tables. The unquenchable hunger overtook her, and she allowed herself to be walked to the bed and turned around. Her zipper. Down. The red cocktail dress she’d shopped for over the course of several weeks was slid to her elbows.Leighton reached from behind and cupped both of her breasts softly, pushing them back against her body with more force.Holy fuck. She was instantly wet. There was a soft moan that she recognized as her own. The dress fell farther down her arms, and she stepped out of it, leaving only the red underwear she’d matched to her dress just for fun. No one was supposed to see it. She turned, and Leighton went still, taking her in. Leighton lightly traced the curve of Jamie’s breast with one finger, sending a shiver. Soft touches seemed designed to torture her tonight. She stepped closer and slid her hand into Leighton’s hair to hold her there as she kissed with the kind of abandon she’d fantasized about. The startling part was that the reality surpassed the memory. As she deepened the kiss, Leighton offered a soft hum of pleasure that shot Jamie’s arousal through the roof. She’d done that. She’d inspired that hum.
She was quickly placed on the bed, left to watch as Leighton’s moonlight-kissed body was revealed with the removal of each piece of clothing. The smooth skin and subtle curves were everything. “I want to touch you,” she whispered, reverently. “I’ve always loved this body.”
“Good,” Leighton said, eyes dark and determined. Naked and gorgeous, she slid on top of Jamie and paused, holding eye contact for a moment and sliding a strand of hair behind Jamie’s ear. The feel of their bare skin pressed together brought a rush of longing. With one hand, Leighton tugged Jamie’s underwear down her legs and settled her hips between them. She pressed against Jamie, rubbed, inspiring a shot of something so intense she heard herself cry out. She’d never been so sensitive before, so ready.
“God, your legs,” Leighton said, running a hand up the outside of her thighs. Jamie nodded, rocking her hips, searching for relief and hoping Leighton didn’t tour every inch of her body before offering any, while at the same time kind of hoping she did. Leighton leaned down and kissed that thigh, moving from the outside to the sensitive interior. Jamie sucked in a breath just as her mouth neared—Nope. In a traitorous move, Leighton crawled up her body, refocusing.
“That was cruel,” Jamie said with a shaky laugh. “You’re cruel tonight.”
“I’m thorough,” Leighton corrected, just before her mouth covered Jamie’s nipple. Jamie reveled in the pinpricks of sensation that shot like arrows from her breasts downward to between her legs. She couldn’tget enough of Leighton and pressed her hips upward. When she heard Leighton’s breath hitch, it made her realize that Leighton wanted her every bit as much.
“I want you inside,” Jamie whispered. “Now.”
Leighton nodded and slipped a hand between them, touching Jamie intimately.God, send help. She almost rose up off the sheets. How many times had Jamie dreamed of Leighton back in her bed? How many fantasies had she cut short? The reality was so much more potent. She pressed herself closer, shutting her eyes and reveling in the feel of Leighton’s hand between her legs. When it was replaced with the soft, tentative touches of Leighton’s mouth, it was almost Jamie’s undoing.
“Outrageous.”
“Outrageous?” Leighton lifted her head, but that paused the action. No good.
“Yes. Outrageous. That you can. Do this,” she hurried to say.
Her only answer was a quiet laugh from Leighton who was back to using her tongue to expert extremes. She had a gift, clearly, and Jamie was benefitting in the moment. Lazy circles, then tighter ones. She grabbed a section of her sheet and squeezed. The need was nearly too much, yet she never wanted this magnificent torture to end. She rocked her hips against Leighton’s mouth, seeing stars and aching desperately to tumble over the edge. She slid her fingers into that gorgeous blond hair and held on. One stroke of Leighton’s tongue. Another. She was climbing to startling heights, and just as Leighton pushed inside, she broke, careening off the edge in a burst of pleasure, strong and unending. She savored the ride and heard herself swear out loud. When the last remaining shockwaves subsided, she reveled in the feeling of Leighton, still inside her, watching Jamie with a reverent smile.
“You doing okay?”
Jamie tried to slow her breathing. “I’m recovering nicely. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Leighton said quietly. As she withdrew, Jamie felt the loss acutely. But her gaze was already roaming Leighton’s naked body, her smooth skin, and the breasts she longed to touch, hold, and squeeze gently. As Leighton crawled up the bed over her, Jamie caught both of her breasts in her hands and held on as Leighton lowered herself with an appreciative murmur. Her hair had fallen all to one side and rested on her right shoulder.So fucking sexy.
Jamie caught her lips and clung, pushing her tongue inside as she massaged Leighton’s breasts and pressed in close. “I need you now,” she said in her ear and kissed the column of Leighton’s neck and she eased her onto her back. She stared down in awe at the masterpiece of a body beneath her fingertips. She shoved aside any trepidation and allowed herself to enjoy the moment. Leighton cradled her face and pulled her down for a searching kiss, bruising her lips until they came up for air. Breathing ragged. Hearts hammering. “Whoa,” Jamie said, steadying herself from the dizzying need to make Leighton feel. But only for a moment, because this was her show now. Placing open-mouthed kisses down Leighton’s neck to her chest led her to the breasts she’d missed. She pulled a nipple into her mouth and sucked, enjoying the sounds Leighton made in response. Jamie longed for more of those sounds and wanted to be the reason for them more than anything. Eagerly, she licked the pebbling of the other nipple, moving her tongue in a circular motion as Leighton desperately searched for something to grip. The pillow seemed to be her choice. With a smile, Jamie continued kissing her way down Leighton’s body, taking time to enjoy each curve, linger on each sensitive spot. She reminded herself which areas made Leighton moan and then worked to make her moan again. She basked in each new discovery, in the back of her mind, knowing the gravity of this experience. There would be recriminations, but she refused to think about them now, slamming the door on reason. This night was theirs, and the rest of the world could wait outside.
“Jamie.” Leighton’s voice was softer, not her own.
“Mm-hmm?” She kissed the inside of Leighton’s thigh and lingered. She licked it. Another kiss. Leighton’s hips were rocking, searching. Jamie was entranced and loving every second of it.
“I don’t know if I can wait much longer. Please?”
“Not true. You can.” She kissed the other thigh and trailed a finger lightly over Leighton’s center, listening as she hissed in a breath. She caressed her folds using feather touches that caused Leighton to buck her hips. “So sensitive.”
Her only answer was a half whimper, half sigh.
Jamie lifted her head and took in the scene. What she saw made her go still. Leighton’s hair splayed out on her pillow, her skin touched by the light of the moon. She’d been in a cocktail dress Jamie couldn’t take her eyes off merely an hour earlier, and now here she was, nakedin Jamie’s bed. With the image burned into her memory, she went back to the moment at hand, parting Leighton’s thighs and tasting her. She wanted to go slow, honestly she did, but the hunger took over, and she was a woman with a mission. She placed an open-mouthed kiss at Leighton’s center and let her tongue explore until Leighton was whimpering and pulling aggressively at the sheets. She laid her body halfway across Leighton’s, slid her fingers inside, and was enveloped by warmth. Swearing quietly to herself, she began to move, savoring the motion, and this very gratifying rhythm. Leighton’s hands went to Jamie’s hair, gripping softly, a request. Jamie nodded and directed her attention where Leighton needed her most. She increased her speed and pulled Leighton fully into her mouth until she exploded in a cry. Her eyes were closed, her head tossed back, and her lips were parted. The moment was everything.
She stayed inside as Leighton rode out the waning shockwaves of pleasure and smiled up at her in amazement.
“Come up here,” Leighton said. She kissed Jamie’s lips softly and swept a strand of hair from her forehead. They shared a smile, a new boundary between them torn down. They didn’t say much more than that. The night could speak for itself. It was late, they were exhausted, and before Jamie knew it, she was drifting off in Leighton’s arms, which—it turned out—was a pretty awesome place to be.
Chapter Fourteen
Uh-oh. Something was off.
