Page 60 of On the Line

I reach out and cup her chin with my hand and draw her face to mine. My kiss is gentle despite the war raging in my body right now, insisting that I claim her—she needs a moment to recover, and I need her to have the energy to continue. Her tongue slides against mine, and she reaches a hand out tentatively to rest against my chest.

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?”

“Jameson.” She groans my name, and her cheeks turn pink.

“Can you?” I ask as I reach up and trail my thumb along her cheekbone. This new world, where I can touch her like I’ve always wanted to, is both foreign and perfect.

Her answer is a whispered, insistent “Yes.”

“Do you like it?”

She doesn’t look away. “I like your tongue in my mouth,” she says, reaching her hand behind my neck and pulling my face back to hers. She captures my lower lip gently between her teeth, and as she slides her tongue along the tender flesh, I move my hand along the side of her body, from her knee to her armpit. Her skin is so soft and smooth—I want to touch and taste every inch of her.

The kiss turns needy and insistent, and she wraps her leg up and around my hip, pulling herself to me so that we’re lying on our sides facing each other, bodies pressed together from head to toe. The feel of her along the taut skin of my cock has my hips thrusting forward, seeking friction, needing her heat. She snakes her hand between us, gripping the head of my cock in her smooth palm and sliding her hand down the length of me.

A groan erupts from my throat, and I can feel her chuckle against me. I kiss her deeply—our tongues tangling as she continues stroking her hand around my shaft—until I can’t take the torment any longer. I need to have her, to possess her, to own her like she’s owned me for years without even knowing it.

With a hand on her hip, I roll her onto her back beside me and rise up on my elbow. “Lauren?” I breathe out her name like it’s a prayer, and in her eyes I see her need reflecting my own.

“Yes?”

“I need to be inside you.” The words are raw and honest. She has no idea how long I’ve wanted this, but I’m sure she can tell how much I need it because my cock is achingly hard where it’s pressed up against her thigh.

“Why aren’t you already?”

I freeze for a moment under the weight of what this means to me, and wondering what it means to her, then I press my forehead to hers. “This is going to change everything.” My voice is so low it’s practically a whisper.

She brings a hand to my jaw and draws my face far enough from hers that we can see one another eye to eye. “I know.” She gives me a small smile.

“You’re sure you’re okay with that?”

God, I need her to be okay with this. But I also don’t want to do anything that will hurt her or potentially ruin this friendship we’ve built.

She closes her eyes for a moment and nods. “I’m positive. But, Jameson, it’s been a long time.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to takeverygood care of your body.”

She lets out a sigh of contentment, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. “I always knew you would.”

That reference to the past wraps around my heart painfully. “Don’t think for a second that we’re not going to talk about the past,” I say to her. “But first I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your last name.”

“I really hope so,” she says, but she sounds dubious. I push off the bed and when I’m standing, she furrows her eyebrows together in confusion.

“Condom,” I say as I turn to grab one out of my suitcase.

“You brought condoms?”

“I’m very responsible like that.”

“Were you planning on us having sex this weekend?” she asks as I return to the bed.

“No. But aren’t you glad I brought some just in case?” As if I’d ever go anywhere without them.

“I really, really hate them. They make it hard to feel anything.”

“Trust me, baby,” I say as I lean over and kiss her forehead. “You’re going to feeleverything.”

I kneel on the bed next to her and pick up her foot, trailing kisses from her toes, slowly up her shin. When I get to her knee, I tilt her leg sideways and kiss up the inside of her thigh. I can feel her body tensing up in anticipation, and with my eyes trained on her slick pussy, I can tell she’s ready for me.

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