Page 34 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster)
Still, Jamie kept things PG long enough to drive her to frustration. She knew what he was doing, leading her into a mindlessness that would eliminate any misgivings, allow her to fully enjoy them being together without fear or worry. Still, it wasn’t long before she was straining against him, arching her body into his touch, desperate for him to stop going slowly and take her clothes off, give her the touch she truly needed—against her bare skin, not with the barrier of their clothes separating them.
When a whine escaped her, Jamie chuckled. “Did you need something, baby?”
The smack of her hand against his chest was less playful and more irritated, which drew a full-on laugh from her partner. She opened her eyes and scowled at him. “Keep laughing and this isn’t going to last long,” she muttered, only half playful.
Jamie’s grin didn’t diminish, but he did cup her face and draw her in for a soft kiss. “I don’t think it’s going to last long anyway.”
True, not if her body had its way.
“Undress me,” she whispered against his mouth. It was something she could do herself, but she’d had dreams of Jamie taking off her clothes, revealing her skin inch by slow inch as he explored and admired.
Maybe Jamie had had those same fantasies, because his smile turned almost feral. “Gladly.”
Her T-shirt was easiest. He raised it up her body slowly, gaze intent, taking in every inch that was revealed. She lifted her arms, and Jamie pulled the material over her head. When she could see again, he had eased down her body, his breath ghosting across her skin as he skimmed his mouth over her stomach. His tongue lightly traced stretch marks, pale silver now with age, the scar from her appendectomy—marks of the wars her body had fought. He came to the valley just below her breasts, and she sucked in a breath as he nipped at the front clasp of the bra she’d changed into after her shower earlier.
“Jamie.”
Was that her voice, husky, needy? How long had it been since she’d felt drowned in desire?
So long.
“Iris.” Deft fingers quickly opened the clasp, and Jamie wasted no time peeling back one cup, revealing a quivering breast topped with a rock-hard nipple.
“Please,” she begged.
His wet tongue swept across the tip. Her back arched on instinct, doing its own begging.
When his lips closed over that aching point and sucked it inside his mouth, the relief was instantaneous. So was the hunger. She couldn’t help it—she clasped his head, pulling him closer, begging for more with both her body and her words.
And Jamie obliged.
She wasn’t certain when his fingers slipped under the soft skirt she wore and found the edge of her panties. She didn’t care. All she knew was the need rising inside her. Jamie tugged gently, her underwear and her nipple, until she was writhing beneath him and her core was bare. And then a thick, hard finger found her center and slipped inside.
“Jamie!” Her legs fell open, her body arching convulsively.
His mouth left her breast. “That’s my girl. Give yourself over, Iris.” He thrust into her. The pad of his thumb found her clit, and Iris must have been much more primed than she realized, because all it took was another glide of his finger inside her, the hard press of his thumb, and she detonated just like that.
“Oh my God!”
He fingered her through her orgasm, driving her higher, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body that it would allow. When she finally collapsed, he brushed his mouth over her panting lips. “Good girl.”
She groaned, her body already stirring again just at his words. The bed moved as Jamie did something—removed his clothes, maybe? She was too blissed out to look, but the next thing she felt was rough hair, smooth skin, and hard muscles against her body. Jamie tugged her skirt down until she was naked, then aligned them together. The quiver that rocked him filled her with a feminine confidence she’d never known before.
He tucked his face into her neck and groaned. “Iris.”
She ran her hands down the length of his bare back. “Do you have condoms?”
“I damn well do,” he rasped. Rolling backward, he reached for the bedside table. When he rolled back, he held a silver packet between his fingers.
Wanting to give him pleasure the way he had her, she took the condom from him. “Let me.” Pushing against his shoulder, she eased him onto his back and, ignoring the self-consciousness that tried to rise, moved over him until she was straddling his legs. The thick, hard penis rising so close to her core made her mouth water.
She had the condom covering him in less than a minute, and though she wasn’t strictly ready for another orgasm yet, she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him filling her up, and so she eased above him and slowly drove her body down onto his. Her core opened around him, a snug fit that felt oh so good. When she looked to his face, Jamie’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breath panting, and as that last few centimeters entered her body, he arched beneath her, his expression telling her he couldn’t resist even if he’d tried.
The head of his cock hit the back of her, and they both groaned. “Oh God, Jamie.”
His fingers bit into her hips. “Give me a minute.”
She chuckled, though the sound was strained. Her legs settled on either side of his hips, and she felt her clit mash into the hair at his pelvis as she let her weight rest on him. A moan rose in her throat.
