Page 41 of Wedding Bet

I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his, kissing him slowly.

And it felt like finally, every butterfly in my chest had been set free, a flooding release of tension I’d been craving since our moment in the elevator.

“Mmh,” Jamie hummed against my lips, and right away his hands came out to grasp around the small of my waist.

His tongue slid out against mine. Slick heat. Everything I’d been needing.

Normally I would have tried to calm the situation. To push back and make sure Jamie didn’t do something thathewould regret—he’d told me he wasn’t a hookup kind of guy, and he knew damn well that I was.

But deep down, I knew this was more than that.

This wasn’t some anonymous man in my bed. I cared about Jamie, no matter how new he was in my life. I cared about his brother, and every friend shared between us.

And I hadn’teverfelt this way about a hookup in my life.

Jamie was something different. I didn’t know what that meant, yet, but I knew I wasn’t ready to let it go.

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JAMIE

Whatever version of myself had decided that Ididn’tlike hookups was dumb.

Really dumb.

Because right now, I was pretty sure I was ready to sign myself up for a lifetime of it if it was alwaysthisgood.

As I kissed Landry, though, I also knew that no other hookup would likely come close to this. I wasn’t sure how he knew my body so well already, but it was like his hands had a cheat code to every little thing that would feel good for me. I was so hard already, and all we’d done was kiss.

When was the last time I had wanted someone this much?

He bunched my hair up in his fingers, giving it a little tug as he rutted forward against the side of my leg.

I hummed as I pulled back to breathe, looking at his face in the dim light.

“I thought you felt good earlier, but you feel even better now,” I said, a little breathless.

His hand trailed down the front of my body, going lower and lower, from my chest to my stomach and then just above my cock.

I moaned.

“Too much?” he murmured.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I said.

My cock throbbed as his palm got closer, and when he dragged his hand along it, I couldn’t help but move forward and shove it against his hand.

He let out a satisfied little low chuckle. “Eager,” he said.

“Very much,” I said, pushing in even closer against him.

His mouth was close against my face again, kissing along my cheek until he found my earlobe. His teeth grazed up against it and he brought it into his mouth, sucking gently.

I moaned again, feeling like I was going to melt into a helpless little puddle of purewant.

I reached lower and found the hem of his shirt, pulling up on it. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. If I admitted it to myself, I was pretty sure I’d wanted to feel his skin since the moment I’d met him.

He pulled back and helped me tug off his shirt, and suddenly I was met with his warm, spiced-sweet smell. The subtle cologne I’d become completely obsessed with this week.

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