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Her lower body came down with her. Jami had taken to wearing Celia’s old skirts since it was easiest with the cast, and he’d shucked off his jeans during the night, thinking it might make him comfortable enough to sleep. Only their underwear separated them as her heated center cuddled his erection.
And she was hot down there. Jami hadn’t been immune to their kisses either. She moaned into his mouth as she pressed herself hard against him.
His curse was lost in her hot mouth. She slid along his erection. She made a little gasping sound from the sensation, and her hips shifted as she seemed to forget all about her lips to do it again. And again.
With her eyes closed, Malcolm couldn’t read whether it was passion moving through her. He was ready to burst himself and hoped like hell it was passion, but hope wasn’t enough. His hands grabbed for her, stilling her movements.
Jami’s eyes opened, and he felt like he had drowned. That tremulous smile was back. “Malcolm, I think I can come.”
He wanted more than anything to see her fall apart in his arms, but he tried to focus. His mouth had gone dry, so he swallowed before trying to speak.
“I was worried I’d never feel this way,” she continued, as if murmuring to herself. His breath shuddered out as she arched against him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as she rocked.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Relieved.” Jami’s shoulders relaxed. Her hands tightened on him as she worked herself over his hard length.
The stimulation was almost too intense. Malcolm suddenly worried he’d end up coming. Heavy petting hadn’t been so intense even as a teenager. “I meant physically,” he grunted. “How does your body feel?”
Her eyebrows drew together, as if considering. He forced his body not to arch up against her as she shimmied along his erection. “Kind of hot and achy.” She cried out as she shoved herself down on him.
“It’s okay, Jami.” He swallowed as his body urged him to take over. Fuck that.
“It’s not okay!” She glared down at him. “It’s frustrating!” Her hands tugged at his, and he released her, only to curse when she pulled his hands to her breasts. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt when her nipples stabbed against his palms. Her breasts were small, delicate, but sexy as hell, especially when her torso arched into his hands. “Touch me, Malcolm. Please!”
His palms slid over the tight buds her nipples had become, the cloth between them adding friction to the caress.
She gasped even as her lips found his again. Her tongue thrust inside, and he sucked it even as his fingers closed over her nipples in a pinch.
Jami cried out against his mouth as her hips slid hard against him. She wriggled until the tip of him pressed into her underwear, pushing her panties into her entrance. Her body shook as she clutched at his shoulders. If their underwear hadn’t been there, he’d be inside her, and the idea of it made his balls tighten.
He continued to tweak her nipple with one hand even as his other moved to her back, urging her body to lower toward him. The new angle pushed his erection higher along her entrance until he slid across where she really craved the pressure. Jami’s body stiffened against him as it shook, and her teeth sank into his bottom lip, the bite nearly setting him off.
Her body had stopped shimmying. She couldn’t do it for herself. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tight as he shifted her body for her. His hips thrust as he pulled her down, and she cried out as heat flooded her. He held her tight against him as her body tried to shake her apart and her raspy gasps feathered over his lips.
When it was over, she lifted her head to blink down at him. “I orgasmed?” she asked.
“You sure as hell did.” He was surprised he could find her shocked expression so adorable while he still felt like he was about to explode.
“Oh,” she mumbled. Her body softened, as if realizing all the tension inside her was gone. She flopped against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He doubted she was even aware of the soft kiss she pressed there.
Malcolm wrapped his arms around her back, rubbing soothing circles wherever he touched. Soon her breathing deepened.
His heart squeezed at her trust. Here he was, his erection hard and aching against her entrance, and she’d fallen asleep. She didn’t seem worried about him being there with her at all. Of course, if she so much as shifted, he was likely going to come, but that was his own damn problem.
Malcolm’s hair shifted over her as he pulled her closer to kiss the top of her head. He’d had no idea he could feel so frustrated and content all at the same time.
Chapter 16
Jamiliftedherchinas she stared Malcolm down. “I’m serious. I can waitress now.”
“I know youcan, Jami.” He sighed. “You can do anything.”
There was heat in his eyes, and it reminded her that yes, she could do anything. Even orgasm. It was like his heat had infected her; she felt a clenching again below.
She hadn’t expected to come so hard that she passed out. Malcolm had still been aroused when she’d woken up, but when she’d stared at his erection, he’d told her to kiss him if she wanted to. His lips had been gentle and sweet, despite her tracing one of them with her tongue. But then he’d tipped her onto the bed, rose, and grabbed his jeans, saying he was starving.
She’d been ravenous herself, eating two helpings of his pancakes with that strawberry jam he made from scratch.
