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My legs are still wrapped around his hips and I have no desire to disentangle myself, but he glances at the bathroom door and mumbles, “Shit.” I glance over and see the steam billowing out of the room. I think we’d both forgotten the shower was still on. “I need to turn that off,” he tells me, “and when I get back, you’d better not have pants on.”

I meet his gaze and note the hunger there. “Or what?”

“Or we’ll stop this right here, if that’s what you want.” With that, he’s up and headed into the bathroom.

I spend a second reflecting on the fact that he just gave me an out, if that’s what I want. But, it’s not. I have no idea what it means, but this—with Jameson—is more than what Iwant. It’s what Ineed.

CHAPTER18

JAMESON

When I return, Lauren is lying on the bed with no clothes on. We’ve been building toward this moment since she came back into my life. I’m still not sure she’s one hundred percent ready to move on, but my dick is in charge now, not my brain, so those worries are pushed aside by my need to finally feel her, to taste her. I need to know if things between us will be as amazing as I always imagined they would be.

Even better than a pure lack of clothing, she’s lying there with her knees bent and her feet at the edge of the bed, completely exposed. I marvel for a second at the smoothness of her skin, bare and glistening with the signs of her arousal.

“You still have clothes on,” she says as I stand there gazing down at her. I prefer this confident version of her to any other iteration I’ve seen.

Wordlessly, I slide my boxers over my hips and down my thighs. She folds an arm behind her head, propping herself up so she can see me. “Oh.” Her mouth falls open as she stares at my cock. “That’s—”

“—going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” I finish her sentence.

“We’ll see,” she says with a cheeky smile.

I love a challenge, so I sink to my knees at the foot of the bed, thread my arms under her knees, and put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer. I dip my head down to taste her, running my tongue along the length of her folds until I reach the bundle of nerves at the top, where I glide the tip of my tongue over and around her clit. Her hips jerk in response, but I keep her pinned in place with my hands splayed over her hip bones and my thumbs spreading her open in front of me.

“Oh, hell,” she groans.

I run my tongue over that sensitive area again and she arches her back off the bed. Her soft pants urge me on, and I dip my tongue inside her to fully taste her. She’s silky soft and delicious, and she rides my tongue as I use my thumb to lightly stroke her clit.

“More.” That one word, coming from her, has one of my hands headed down to stroke myself while I watch her writhe beneath my face.

I’ve only managed two long strokes when she pleads, “I need more.”

It’s everything I can do not to get up and slam my dick into her at that moment. Instead, I slide my hand up along her belly and spread my fingers wide to graze both her nipples before sliding my hand along her neck.

When I bring two fingers to her mouth, she sucks them in greedily, twirling her tongue around them before suctioning her tongue against them repeatedly. My cock throbs with the need to feel her—my hand is woefully insufficient at the moment.

I bring my fingers down to her center, where I enter her without pretense. After having my tongue inside her, I know how ready she is. She groans as my long fingers extend into her, over and over, and when I clamp my lips over her clit, her back arches again and her hips buck wildly. I love this uninhibited version of her that chases what she wants. I want to see this version of her every day.

Her fingers are threaded in my hair, and she pulls me closer as her hips rise to meet every thrust of my fingers. I can feel her orgasm coming on, both because of her guttural moans every time I hit the right spot inside her while stroking her clit with my tongue, and also because I can feel the way her muscles start to twitch around my fingers.

“Oh, shit.” She half screams, half groans, as her whole body stiffens. She rides that high for a minute, grunting repeatedly as she rocks in rhythm with my fingers and her orgasm. Then her whole body goes limp.

I kiss my way up her abdomen, across her breasts, along her sternum, and up her throat until we’re face-to-face. “You okay?” I ask her.

“I’ve never come that hard in my life. I literally saw stars.”

“Get ready for round two, then,” I tell her.

“I don’t have an ounce of energy left in me,” she says, her eyes still closed as she exhales deeply, sinking into the mattress like she’s melting.

“I bet we can dig into those reserves, but you tell me if I’m wrong.”

I keep giving her an out like this—half of me praying that she pulls me to her naked body, and half of me hoping she’ll bow out. We’re about to cross into new territory that you can’t come back from. I’m not strong enough to walk away from her again, but I’m also not positive she’s ready to fully let me into her life.

Her eyes are barely slit open when she glances over at me. “I can probably find the energy somewhere.”

I stand and scoop her up with one arm under her shoulders and another under her knees, then I set her at the head of the bed. She reaches over and pulls me down next to her. Then she opens those blue eyes that constantly change their shade and stares into mine. Right now, with the dim light of the gray day streaming through the windows and nothing on her body, her eyes are a deeper blue with no trace of the pale shades that frequently show through.

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