Page 47 of Unspoken Confessions
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Nick
I couldn’t sleep, again. Go figure. At least this time I had a good reason why. The normal shit was still there, but now there was another load tossed on top of that.
Stalker.
Jen outing me.
Jameson.
Jameson wanting me, as Jen had eluded to.
And somehow, on the bottom of the list, the images now floating around and everything that surrounded them.
There was no way Jen could have been right about Jameson wanting me. Then again, Jen knew men well. He could peg them with a single look. And hook them with another. He was good that way. But I was sure he was wrong here. He had to be. I needed him to be, because if he wasn’t, then I’d have to deal with all the things under the Jameson chapter in my head.
I absolutely wasn’t going to admit how a flare of jealousy shot through me at the thought that Jameson had something with Jen.
I most certainly wasn’t going to give in to the idea that I could have something with Jameson. That I could touch him like I wanted to. That I could give myself to him in a way that I’d never given myself before.
And I sure as hell wasn’t going to think about all the ways that he would take everything that I had to give.
No. I flat out refused.
The man intrigued me. He did. And with a bit of mystery— or a lot, in this case— there always came some sort of desire or yearning. That was all this was. Nothing more.
Still, it was hard not to hear his words replay in my head over and over again. And as they did, I focused on every part of it. The words themselves were cryptic enough to have me needing to know more. And the raw timber of his rusty voice was… more than I could handle. It had been expected. Every time I thought of the man speaking, it sounded similar to that. I shouldn’t have been thinking that much about it before, but I couldn’t help it. And while it was perfect and everything I’d imagined, it was still a shock to actually have heard it.
I huffed dramatically. Frustrated and wishing I could stop thinking about Jameson, I punched the pillow behind my head.
A soft knock hit my bedroom door.
I froze, eyes wide as I stared through the darkness to the other side of the room. I wasn’t even sure that I’d really heard something. Breath held, I waited for the noise to come again.
Then it did, sounding timid and unsure.
How the hell could a simple knock sound timid and unsure? Well, it did.
I clicked on the soft light next to the bed and slipped off the mattress. I didn’t bother searching for my discarded clothes as I went to the door. I was in a pair of briefs, there were underwear ads that featured me in a little less. I still wasn’t sure if I regretted those or not.
My steps were definitely hesitant as I crossed the room to get to the door.
I had a good feeling who was on the other side and I wasn’t sure what was to come. I also had no idea how I would handle it.
I opened it and instantly met Jameson’s fiery gaze.
He came at me and I gasped right before his lips crashed into mine. I didn’t even try to stop him as he walked me backward into the room. His kiss was punishing. And maybe it should have been. If he’d been wanting me as long as I had wanted him, then I could completely understand it.
He kicked the door closed, the force of it rattled the frame. I chuckled against his lips but only for a second before he distracted me again.
Which was good because if he stopped, I was sure I’d start to dive deep into the pool of what the fuck was really happening. That I was letting my guard down to Jameson. That I was kissing a man. A man that I wanted so badly to fucking kiss.
My hands fisted his shirt as his moved to grip the curve of my jaw. They were so big and rough and warm that I didn’t ever want him to let me go.
I felt his tongue pushing its way inside my mouth and I opened up instead of fighting him. And the moment it rolled against mine, I moaned. It was everything. Yes, everything. It sent a warm spark down into my belly and that spark then shattered. I felt heat flow through my veins and little, wonderful tingles everywhere.
My back hit something hard. I broke away from his mouth with a long moan. It took me a moment to realize that I was now pressed against my tall dresser. The hard wood felt cool against my back and the little edges and handles dug into me in a way that I could only describe as deliciously.
