Page 35 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster)
A curse left Jamie’s mouth.
Iris waited there in the quiet, closing her eyes. Her focus went to her core, to the pulse of Jamie’s body inside hers, the feel of him breathing beneath her. After half a minute or so, a sigh left him, and his hands rose to stroke her sides, her stomach, her breasts. She opened her eyes.
Jamie was watching her, gaze intent, eyes narrowed. His fingers pinched lightly at her nipples, stopping her breath. “Okay?” he asked.
“I should be asking you that.” Planting her hands on either side of his shoulders, she leaned over and brought their mouths together. “You feel perfect inside me.”
The kick of his erection told her how much he appreciated her words. “You feel perfect around me, Iris.” One hand continued its attention at her breast, and the other dropped to push between their bodies until he found her clit. “I can’t wait, beautiful.”
She lifted just enough to allow him access. “Me either.” As she kissed him, she rolled her hips, rising along his length, then dropping down. Jamie kissed her back, the movement desperate, and thrust up hard into her next drop. Again and again their bodies met, their tongues tangling, as Iris chased the high she knew Jamie could give her. It wasn’t long before he pulled his mouth away. “I can’t—”
“Come, Jamie. It’s all right. Come for me.” She quickened her pace, rising and falling, and felt the beginning of her own climax just on the horizon. Jamie gripped her hips, pulling and pushing, and his orgasm struck, arching his body, straining every muscle as it took him over. Iris fought his hold, continuing her ride, continuing to strain until she, too, went over the edge, falling into the abyss of pleasure alongside the man beneath her.
The man she hadn’t been looking for. The one she didn’t want to let go. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Seventeen
Jamie woke, spooned tightly behind Iris’s back, after a long night of sleep—and other things—just like he’d dreamed of for months. He’d known that when Iris finally let him in, she would be the sweetest he’d ever tasted, and last night had proved him right. Not that he’d had a chance to taste her, but it was definitely on his wish list.
Lord, she felt so good in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. But he couldn’t say that, not yet. She might have given him her body, but pushing for more would only scare her off. Better to let her get used to the vulnerability between them first.
Dawn was just peaking over the horizon, lightening the cream curtains and giving the room a faint glow that echoed off of Iris’s bare shoulder. He brushed a kiss over that creamy skin, breathed in her scent—woman and sex and something sweet—and forced himself to slide out of the bed, pad across the room, and enter the bath to get cleaned up.
When he exited, tugging his T-shirt over his head, Iris was just stirring in the bed. He smiled as she rolled onto her back and shot a frown his way. “It’s too early to get up.”
He moved to her side of the bed, his heart skipping a beat at the thought—her side of the bed. “You can drift back off if you want.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost seven.”
She shook her head. “I need to swing by the apartment before I meet the kids this morning, change clothes.”
“Want some coffee?”
“God, yes.” The frown reappeared. “I’m not a morning person.”
He chuckled. “You don’t say.” He pressed a short, sharp kiss to her lips before she could protest, then moved back. “Bathroom is all yours if you want to shower. Work out some of the kinks?”
She pushed up to sit, and a groan left her lips. “How did you know?”
“That you’d be sore?” He admired the view of her bare breasts in the morning light. “Good guess.”
“Mmm.” Iris raised her arms high, seeming unselfconscious about the view she provided as she stretched. Or maybe she was teasing him. The satisfied smile she shot his way could mean anything. “Hot water does sound good. You’ll make the coffee?”
He adjusted himself behind the fly of his jeans. “Unless you want company.”
“Not before I brush my teeth.”
Her response made him laugh. “How did I know you’d be a ‘let me brush my teeth first’ woman?”
“Because you’re smart.” She stood, and he got his first glimpse of the full length of her naked body in the daylight. If he’d thought his zipper was tight before, that was nothing compared to now. “Give me five minutes.”
He watched her cross the room, displaying a mouthwatering backside that made his breath come quicker, but he didn’t move. Instead he watched the clock on his side of the bed, ticking down the minutes. Just as the second hand moved into place, the door to the bathroom opened. Iris didn’t say anything, didn’t peek through, but the door left ajar was an invitation he wasn’t about to turn down.
How had he gotten lucky enough to find this woman and claim her for himself?
Iris waited inside the walk-in shower, the warm water falling on her upturned face. Arms raised, fingers pushing the thick fall of her bangs back, she was a goddess waiting for her lover. Waiting for him. A shiver shook him as he undressed, his dick aching with a need that had nothing to do with the divine. Iris awakened a hunger in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. She made him want, not just the physical act of penetration, but the feel of silken skin and a warm mouth, a tongue dancing with his, heavy breasts resting in his hands, against his lips. He wanted all of her, and he wanted it now. Last night hadn’t been nearly enough to sate him.
