I’d expected him to be a selfish lover, for some reason. Maybe it was because he was so freaking handsome and confident and ripped. No man with that much going for him ever had to try hard to get and keep a chick in his bed, so why would he bother learning how to get the job done without complaining or getting bored?
But someone had trained that man well, and thoroughly. I loved every minute of it, and whoever she was, I sent a universal ‘thank you’ her way for all the other ladies who ended up sleeping with Jameson.
It might have been a record for how fast I came between him sliding down between my thighs and me almost blacking out after his lips and tongue and mouth found their target. Except that first one wasn’t the end of it. He didn’t give up, didn’t back off, until I was literally thrashing and begging him for a reprieve. And even then he still touched me in gentle little strokes that followed the little tremors and shivers that rippled through me as I panted and rode out the rest of the ecstasy.
I flopped on my back from being curled up and mashing his face between my thighs, and stared up at the ceiling as the room spun just as lazily as I stroked my stomach. Holy shit. Stars flickered behind my eyelids. That was worth taking the risk of standing at his door and hoping he wouldn’t turn me away. It was even worth Owen and Kara finding out that we’d hooked up, because damn. Damn.
“Still alive?” Jameson chuckled, a little smug, as he draped himself over me like a giant electric blanket. The friction of his skin and hair against mine just sent more tingles through me, and I stretched like a cat so I could rub against as much of him as I could.
He kept kissing my shoulder and neck and every other inch of me he could reach, while those giant hands stayed busy kneading my ass. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and ran my fingers down the back of his neck, since he’d liked that so much earlier, and smiled at the masculine grumble that answered. “Doin’ great. I can return the favor. Just give me a second to collect my wits.”
Another other those adorable, just a little too confident, smiles, and he patted my hip. “Are you kidding? We’d be done in about five seconds.”
“A new record,” I murmured. I reached down between us and found his hard cock, thick and heavy against my palm. His whole body jerked in response and I tried for more with a long, twisting stroke to the head.
He groaned and dragged my hands away, putting my arms over my head as he knelt between my knees. “No fair.”
I sighed and wiggled, wanting more immediately but also wanting to draw things out as long as possible. It felt so amazing to have physical contact with another human, to have that connection with a man. If it was only tonight, I wanted to savor every moment. Especially since he was so damn talented with his hands and mouth so far. There was no telling what other surprises awaited if I bought a little more naked time.
Jameson’s teeth found my earlobe and distracted me. “Just for that, you’re going to have to wait.”
I smiled and breathed in the clean, warm scent of his skin. His weight on my hips and chest made me feel grounded, made everything real. I knew it wasn’t a dream from the soft rasp of his breathing in my ear and the slight twinge as I adjusted my legs to make room for his body. I’d feel it the next morning, I already knew that, since I hadn’t given those particular muscles so much of a workout in a while. I didn’t care if I walked like a sailor on dry land for the rest of the week, it was worth it.
He gripped the back of my knee to lift my leg out, then he paused and looked down at me, his expression suddenly serious. His nose bumped against mine. “Condom.”
“Yes,” I said, since I’d lost my damn mind and might have actually let him go all the way without getting one. “I have an implant but I’m not about taking chances.”
“Smart,” he said. Jameson rolled away quickly and rummaged in the darkness. “You’d probably end up with triplets this time.”
I snorted, even though it wasn’t funny at all, and peered at where he’d disappeared. How the hell could he see anything? “Very funny. I don’t need the universe getting any ideas about being a single mother with five kids under two, thank you.”
“Single mother?” He managed to look wounded and even a little annoyed as he literally jumped back into the bed. “What kind of bum do you think I am?”
It was definitely not a conversation I wanted to speculate about right before we got busy, since it tended to dampen the mood and end the evening early. I tried to put the thought aside and scooted around to make room. “Not exactly a bum, per se, just a guy who doesn’t necessarily look like he’d enjoy changing diapers and dealing with midnight feedings times three. Or five.”
He sat back on his heels, still holding the foil packet that he’d ripped open. “Hold on. You really think I’d bail if you got pregnant?”
Oh shit. “Do you really want to talk about this now?” Maybe if the lights were on I could have distracted him with boobs or ass. “It doesn’t matter, since you’d going to put on the condom and I’ve got a ninety percent effective doodad in my arm that will double up.”
“I want you to know that if anything happens, by accident or otherwise, that I’ll be around. All the way.” Jameson managed to look serious even while naked in the middle of a dark room. “Just so you know. Understood?”
Bless his heart, he almost sounded like he meant it. I reached for the foil and removed the condom so I could help him move things along. I wasn’t getting any younger or more flexible waiting there. “Sure. I get it. I don’t know what you mean by ‘otherwise’ but if you’re stalling because you forgot what to do, just let me know and I’ll draw you a picture.”
His eyes narrowed and he loomed over me. “All right, Miss Smarty Pants.”
He pounced and I laughed, pretending to worm away, but the easy strength in his arms and legs and everywhere kept me trapped right there. Jameson kissed me with the kind of passion I hadn’t known since high school, when I was infatuated with my first real boyfriend, and I met him right there. I wanted everything he could give me. Those memories would keep me warm for years.
I’d just looped my arm around his neck, keeping his mouth against mine, when he moved and a heavy pressure nudged at my core. I wrapped my legs around him, too, and tilted my hips to meet him. Jameson groaned and whispered in my ear before his mouth sealed to mine and he thrust and my nails dug into his shoulders. He filled me completely in a single stroke and almost knocked the breath from my lungs. My nails raked down his back as I gasped and arched. Holy shit. He was bigger than any guy I’d ever been with, long and thick to the point where it was almost too much.
“Okay?” He panted in my ear, the rest of him still and waiting for me to adjust. He grunted as I relaxed and he sank in deeper, and muttered what sounded like a prayer as a little thrust almost turned into a much, much bigger one. “God you feel amazing.”
My core tightened around him in response and my back arched in anticipation. “What are you waiting for?”
Another chuckle and his nose nudged mine again. His eyes gleamed in the dark as he looked at me, met my gaze, made a connection. I’d expected to just be looking at his shoulder as he got down to business, but Jameson saw me as his hips eased back. It took my breath away for real that time. It was the kind of intimacy I’d wanted, ached for, been desperate to find since the first time I hopped in bed with a guy and was disappointed. I couldn’t look away from Jameson, from all that he stood for and promised just in those few moments.
A knot in my throat made it difficult to breathe and my vision blurred with tears as I realized he was everything I wanted and couldn’t have. It was just for a night, maybe two if I was lucky, and I knew that. But I still let my stupid feelings get involved. He didn’t need to know that, and it was better for all of us if I just shoved all that ridiculous hope and nonsense down deep where I buried those memories of my high school fashion choices.
Jameson started up a slow and steady thrusting that hit all the right spots and soon had me forgetting everything except where our bodies met. I squeezed my eyes shut, so maybe I could hide some of myself from him, and held on for dear life as passion and ecstasy built everywhere and threatened to drag me away completely. It would all be fine.