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“I won’t,” he said, and slammed his mouth down on mine.
I was ready for him. His lips moved with mine as I kissed him back. He licked at the seam of my mouth, demanding that I open for him. I happily obliged and greeted his tongue with mine.
I was breathless when his mouth traveled down my neck. His lips or tongue never left my skin as he helped me shed my jacket. Multiple times, he went over the spot on my neck he knew would make me shiver.
When my shivers weren’t enough for him, he scraped his teeth over that spot, making me groan. That seemed to ignite a short sexual fuse in us, and the rest of my clothes were stripped from my body very quickly. As soon as the last of my clothes hit the floor, Jamie stared down at me, taking in every visible inch of my body. His gaze froze below my belly button and the heat in his eyes dimmed a little. I knew what he was staring at and even for me, it was impossible for it not to taint the moment.
He grabbed me by my hips as he bent down. I gasped when he pressed his lips to the scar that would always serve as a reminder of what we had lost. I fisted the blankets underneath me as I fought to control my emotions.
Jamie moved down and knelt on the floor. He pulled me by my hips until my ass was at the edge of the bed, threw my legs over his shoulders, and dove between my thighs. My back arched off the bed at the first hot swipe of his tongue. He feasted on me as if he was a starved man. His torturous tongue flicked at my clit to the point my legs shook uncontrollably. He kept me on the edge of coming. I snaked my fingers into his hair and tugged as I rocked my hips, seeking release.
He pulled away, making me growl out of frustration. “You know what I want,” he said as he slid two fingers into my pussy and began pumping them in and out. His tongue returned to my clit and he quickly got me back to the edge of the fucking cliff, but wouldn’t push me over.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I gave in. “Jamie, please.” Those two words were a simple plea, but relinquished all of my control to him, and that was what he always craved in the bedroom. Control over me. The bedroom was the one place I never had an issue granting him the power. He just had to make me first.
Now that I’d given him what he wanted, he attacked my clit with vigor, and what sent me hurtling off the cliff was when that perfect fucking mouth began sucking on that little bundle of nerves. I threw my head back, crying out as intense pleasure exploded from my core. I shuddered and thrashed as that pleasure rippled through my body.
As I came down from my orgasm, Jamie stood and began taking off his clothes. Without taking my eyes off of him, I scooted toward the middle of the bed. I didn’t want to miss a single second of him revealing his sculpted body and the tattoos that decorated his skin. I slid my hand between my legs when he shoved his briefs off and wrapped his fist around the base of his hard cock.
I spread my legs open so he could see my fingers working my sensitive clit.
His fist stroked his cock from base to tip. “You’re as perfect as I remember.”
I began kneading my breast with my free hand. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”
He released his cock and climbed onto the bed, up between my legs until he was braced over me. I held his hazel eyes as he reached between us, aligned himself with my entrance, and thrust in. I moaned as I stretched around him.
He let out a curse as he rocked his hips. “Four fucking months since I’ve been inside you.”
That amount of time sounded shorter than what it felt like. As I began to relax around him, his thrusts picked up the pace.
He fucked me like those four months were catching up to him. My nails dragged along his skin, my body writhed beneath him, and my moans of pleasure couldn’t be contained. Release came hurtling toward me so fast I wasn’t prepared for it. I nearly blacked out from the intensity.
“This is it, baby,” he said before he kissed me and swallowed my screams. Jamie’s hips began to stutter, and his mouth ripped from mine as his own release came.
I watched his face as he came undone. Seeing that vulnerability and feeling the intimacy between us made me feel different, yet familiar. Through the pain and rage and darkness to the broken pieces, I felt a flicker of something else. It was warm and heavy and good.
I grasped the back of Jamie’s head, pulling him close enough to kiss him. I put what I was feeling into that kiss.
When we pulled away from each other, he stared down at me, astonished. His hand cupped my face. “There you are.”
“It won’t last,” I warned.
“Then I’ll have to bring you back again,” he said. “I’ll bring you back over and over again until you stay.”
I smiled. “That sounds like a lot of orgasms.”
He returned my smile with his own and his hips began rocking again.
My breath hitched. “Already?”
“We have four months to make up for,” he said.
Jamie kept his pace slow and gentle as he took me for a second time. It was obvious that he wanted to take his time, savor the moment, until I was shattering underneath him again.
* * *
The feel of Jamie’s chest stiffening beneath my cheek woke me before a voice said, “Would you look at that?”
