Page 24 of Jimmy

“Yes.” She caressed his chest. So much strong, taut muscle. She drank in the view of him and his ink. Skulls, vines, a wounded heart, and across his ribs, it appeared that the ink was his skin ripping away to show his bones.

“You don’t like it?” he asked. “Too much?”

“It’s a lot to look at, but I like it. The ink makes you unique.” She curled forward and nipped his chest.

“Babe.” He nudged her onto her back on the sofa. “Need you.”

“You’ve got me.” She unbuttoned her jeans. “Make love to me.” She needed to feel his precise and exquisite brand of love.

“Yes.” He left the sofa and unzipped. He shoved his jeans and boxers to the floor, revealing the rest of him.

She couldn’t get out of her jeans fast enough. She’d felt his cock moving against her ass last night. Now she could see him, and her mouth watered. She longed to taste him. She wished she had a condom and could go for a ride… after she tasted him.

“I need to be with you.” He pulled a condom from his wallet. “Karey?”

“Yes.” She reached for him as he sheathed himself. “Please?”

He stroked his cock a couple times, then kissed her inner thigh. “Mine.” He crawled between her legs and filled her in one thrust.

She gasped at the fullness. He stretched her, and she welcomed the burn. She clutched his shoulders. When she looked into his eyes, if she didn’t know better, she swore he looked at her with love.

Could he be in love with her? This fast? Did she love him? She’d fallen for him.

She didn’t know him, but yet, she did. She swore she could be in love with Jimmy McCreadie.

Jimmy built into a steady rhythm. He rested his forehead on hers and lost himself in making love to her.

She met him thrust for thrust. She groaned as the sound of their lovemaking echoed in the room. She couldn’t breathe or think straight. She swore the scent of his cologne wrapped around her and up close, she noticed the flecks of dark blue at the edges of his ice-blue irises. He had such thick lashes and slight crinkles at the corners of his eyes. The warmth of his breath skittered across her skin.

She tingled all over. The orgasm started low in her belly and spiraled through her system. When she reached between their bodies and caressed her clit, she cried out. The orgasm sped through her body, and her restraint held by a tiny thread.

“Fuck.” He kissed her as he increased his pace. “God.”

She agreed. He swept her away. She tensed as the orgasm hit hard. She swore she floated. “Jimmy.”

“Yes. Shout my name. Fuck.” He pistoned into her, and his brow furrowed. “Oh, fuck.”

She squeezed her legs around him and rode the waves of pleasure. She sagged beneath him.

“Oh, God.” He slammed into her once more and tensed as his cock throbbed. He relaxed and settled on her, peppering her face with kisses. “Damn.”

She smiled to herself. She’d never had a guy react this way. Had to be the spell. Still, she didn’t care.

“You fry my brain.” He withdrew and sat up long enough to remove the condom. He ditched the rubber as she sat up.

“Come to bed with me.” He stood, then offered his hand. “Please?”

She wasn’t sure what to say. She accepted the invitation and followed him to the bedroom.

“Make yourself comfortable while I clean up the pizza.” He held her in his embrace. “I’m head over heels for you already.”

“Are you?” She marveled at not having to hide her curves and not having to be fucked in the dark. Even so fast, he cherished her.

“You intrigue me.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s too much and yet, just right.”

“Same here.” She squeezed his ass, loving the feel of his buns under her palms. The whole situation had to be a dream. If so, she didn’t want to wake up.

“Rest. It’s late and I want to hold you,” he said.

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