He tried to be a good guy. He really did. In countless ports and during countless missions, he’d taken the high road and bypassed opportunities to enrich himself and chances to fuck beautiful women. When things weren’t equal, that wasn’t fair. He wasn’t going to take advantage of anyone, especially a poor woman in a poor country who just wanted some money or a blue passport to freedom. He prided himself on being a good guy.
Except somehow all that went out the window when he found Noelle standing in his room, looking just as delectable as he’d imagined in her soft shirt and short shorts. Pink and white, worn and soft and barely containing her breasts and hips and ass. He was totally, completely fucked.
He still did his best to honor that he told Owen, despite the little shit hitting him with a snowball, until Noelle touched him and whispered they didn’t have to tell anyone. The fact that she wanted him just as much — maybe — as he wanted her made it easier to ignore what that fucker said.
He could give her that night, and probably the next few nights, without worrying about Owen and Kara and Sasha getting too interested. While everyone was feverish and sick upstairs, he could ignore whatever they might say or think and dismiss it as figments of their imagination. He had Noelle to himself for another three days, four if he was lucky, and he’d do whatever he could to ensure she loved every minute of it.
Jameson usually made decisions quickly and with authority, but as he looked down at Noelle, he had no idea what he wanted to do first. Every bit of her looked equally delicious and ready for exploration. He leaned over her as she sprawled on the bed, and kissed along her jaw and down her neck. “Tell me what you like.”
“Lights out,” she whispered. Her fingers drifted across the back of his neck and up into his hair, sending a cascade of shivers through him. Her body moved under his and short-circuited his brain. Noelle’s head fell back to expose more of her throat for his attention. “Everything else is up to you.”
Lights out? Jameson licked her neck and nibbled along her shoulder, listening to the rasp of her breathing and the thundering beat of her heart. The bear wanted her clothes off already, and he held on to control with his fingertips. He couldn’t rush things. He didn’t want to rush things. If something went sideways the next day and this was the only night they had together, he wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted her to pass out from coming so hard. Even though he wanted her to sleep safely and soundly in his arms, he also wanted to keep her up all night so they could try at least half a dozen positions.
“It’s mostly dark,” he said. He squeezed her hip and encouraged her legs to relax as he stroked her thigh. “I can barely see you.”
“That’s what I like,” Noelle said. Her gaze slid away from his and he sensed something else going on, but he didn’t want to be a total jackass before she’d even taken her clothes off. If the room being dark was what she wanted, so be it.
Jameson grumbled at having to leave her, but he had to get up to flip off the lamp near the bathroom that had provided more than enough light for his superior night vision to see in. Joke was on Noelle, since he could see her perfectly in the darkness of the room. Which meant he got a superior view as she stripped off her shirt and scrambled under the covers before he could join her again. Interesting. Hiding from him, maybe?
Jameson hesitated. His cock was hard enough that it would break off if he didn’t feel her touch again soon, but he got the sneaking suspicion maybe Noelle wasn’t fully on board with the fun and games. He eased back to the bed and flipped back the covers so he could slide in next to her. “You sure you’re into this?”
“Of course,” she said. Her pulse flickered madly in her throat, though, as he stroked her cheek and drew her closer. Her voice went breathy and high as his free hand slid down her side to hold her waist. “It’s just been a while, is all. So don’t judge if I’m a little rusty.”
He chuckled and palmed her breast. “Like falling off a bike. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
“Isn’t it like riding a…. Ooooh.” She started to argue until he leaned down to take her nipple in his teeth very gently. Noelle tensed but worked her hands into his hair to keep his mouth exactly where it was. “Oh my.”
He chuckled and added a bit of pressure, a little suction, to distract her while he squeezed her ass right where it joined the back of her thigh. He wanted to groan and growl and turn into a fucking beast to show her how crazy she made him. It wasn’t until the breath hissed in her teeth and he got a taste of milk that he remembered she still nursed the babies. Was it weird that it made it even hotter? He didn’t want to examine it too closely.
But he kept things gentle and easy as he switched to the other breast, and the soft pants escaping Noelle’s lips told him everything he needed to know. Her thighs separated easily when he nudged his knee between hers, and she sighed as his thigh nudged higher against her soft folds. Her hips moved to rock against him. Jameson let her feel more of his teeth and patted her butt to encourage her to move more. Hell yeah. She could grind on him all night, although he would have preferred to strip those shorts off her first, so he could feel her wet heat all over his skin.
Her back arched and her nails dug into his scalp. She gasped. “Are you sure you don’t want to just… oh damn.”
Jameson wanted to laugh and groan at the same time. She kept grinding on his thigh but he reached around to tease her from behind. He didn’t get too freaky but the potential was definitely there, since she pushed back into his hand. Jameson let up the attention on her breasts to kiss her again, breathing against her lips, “Do I want to just what?”
“Never mind.” Noelle’s eyes fluttered closed even as her mouth hung open.
Jameson chuckled and kissed his way down her chest and to her stomach, sliding down under the sheets while he kept stroking her core. He’d been imagining tasting her since the second she sassed him and got an attitude that first night, and it was finally time to get his hands on her. And his mouth. Tongue. Everything.
She jumped and reached to drag him back up. “Wait, it’s not… You don’t have to…”
“Darlin, I don’t think you can stop me.”
“It’s a little… wild down there.” Her cheeks turned bright red, even in the dark.
“I’m familiar with bushwhacking through jungles,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”
She laughed and smacked his shoulder, but still squirmed uneasily. “That’s messed up, and I’m serious. You don’t have to… you know.”
“I know,” he murmured. Jameson kissed her stomach and then along the waist of her shorts. Au naturel was right up his alley. He’d never understood the appeal of a bald pussy. Give him a woman, a real woman, every night of the week. Besides, she had enough on her plate without having to worry about some stupid trimming. “But I really want to.”
She huffed a breathy little disbelieving laugh and gripped the sheets as he peeled off her shorts. Jameson grinned and shifted his focus. Time to make some memories.