Page 109 of Nothing to This
Relief and joy collided in a yelp of delight.Yes, yes, this was it.
Her body remembered how to move with his.It remembered how best to please herself and impart pleasure.A rush of deep longing raced him to work harder, faster.
“JD!”
Had she told him to think about baseball?God, she couldn’t wait, couldn’t hold back.Nothing could restrain the rush of endorphins and cascading hormones that tightened and loosened all her muscles at once.
Yes.A man.The man.Sex wasn’t just sex with Jamison Dawes.
“Baby,” she begged, but he kept going.
Why should he stop?Why would he?Panting, heaving, needing, wanting.Neither were shy about filling a silence, not then, not ever.Rather than words, she communicated in sound, whines of appreciation, whimpers for more.Either he read her mind or tortured women all over with that quick angling of—
Shit.How was he doing that?The thrust and ripple of his pelvis tormented her inside and out.Orgasm ripped through her so hard, her belly clenched until it hurt.
“Shit.Fuck.Siren,” he barked and flipped them over, driving into her from underneath like she was a sex toy that existed only to take his seed.
What just happened?Was she still breathing?
“It wasn’t… It wasn’t like that our first night, was it?”
That intense.That overwhelming.That all-consuming—
“Been downplaying me?”He rolled onto his back next to her.“That’s a survival mechanism.The way you’ve protected yourself from chasing me down to mount me.”
“Romantic,” she said, straddling him, spreading her hands on his chest.
“You just can’t help yourself.”
With full entitlement, he wasn’t shy about sweeping her hair away from her breasts.
“You know those guys, the ones women say can impregnate them with a look?”Her fingertips roamed his physique.“You’re one of those men, Jamison Dawes.”
“A man can dream,” he said, stroking her stomach.“You feel pregnant?”
“I’m scared to answer that question.Notice you forgot to ask me about birth control.You didn’t ask the night we met either.Never learn your lesson, do you, Dawes?I’m having the safe sex talk with Kye when the time comes.”
“I’m all about safety,” he said.“Depending on the woman.”
“Oh, yeah?What does that mean?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I say it does.”
“It doesn’t,” he said.
She plucked a hair on his forearm, growling.Rather than be mad or annoyed, he laughed.
“What woman am I?”
“The only woman.”
Suspicion narrowed her eyes, though she didn’t object to him taking her hips to force them closer.
“What does that mean?”
“It means it doesn’t matter about other women.You’re the last woman.”That didn’t enlighten her.“Whatever your sex rules, baby, I’ll comply.”
