Page 36 of Crave
My neck jutted forward. “What does that mean?”
Jamison did a double take. “Come on, Bryn. You come from a gold mine. You never worry about being kidnapped for ransom?”
The thought of that made my heart bounce in my chest. “No. Why would you say that? I mean, I can’t be afraid of anything like that. It takes my freedom away. And I need to be free.” I was worked up into a frenzy.
Jamison squeezed my hand tighter. “Babe, I didn’t mean to upset you that way. And you don’t have to worry about that kind of danger, because everybody in the fucking world knows your brother’s vicious.”
I gasped. “Jasper’s not vicious.” I had to come to my brother’s defense, although I knew Jasper could be brutal if pushed.
Jamison stretched his neck from side to side as if he was troubled about something.
“What is it?” I asked.
After a long pause, he shook his head. “How about we drop the conversation about your brother?” A smile came to his eyes first and then his lips as he let go of my hand to softly flick my chin. “I didn’t mean to offend you, darling.”
His tone was sweet and sincere. I knew he meant it. “And I didn’t mean to be so fragile.”
“You’re not fragile. You have a strong commitment to your family. That’s one thing I love about you.”
I shook my head adamantly. “I meant freaking out over needing to be free. That was kind of”—I drew circles next to my ear—“cuckoo.”
His sensual mouth smiled. “No, it wasn’t.”
I studied his steady gaze and strong posture. He wasn’t merely trying to pacify me.He means it.
“You love me?” My voice sounded tiny, more vulnerable than I was used to.
“I do.” He kissed my knuckles.
“And you’re not going to run for the hills?”
Still smiling, Jamison shook his head. “Not unless you’re coming with me.”
I could have jumped his bones right then and there. That sort of devotion turned me the hell on. I was so hot for him my skin flashed with heat. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience. “Pull over. Now.”
I unbuttoned my pants and was pushing them over my feet as the vehicle made an abrupt turn. My panties came off next. We were still moving as I attacked Jamison’s belt, button, then zipper.
He sucked a sharp intake of air between his teeth when my hand wrapped around his shaft. The layers of his manhood felt so damn erotic, soft skin surrounding impenetrable rigidness and thickness. I lowered my head. I had to have him in my mouth.
“Oh!”Jamison cries out at first suck.
The saltiness of his sweat and precum make me cream.
“Inside you,” he mutters, lifting me by the arm and guiding me onto his lap.
I spread my thighs. He grasps his cock. I lift my lower body. Our eyes connect. His fingers go in and out of me and then around my clit.
“Ha…” I whisper then swallow the extra saliva in my mouth.
Ceremoniously, I lower my saturated and throbbing pussy over his erection. I’m so wet that he glides in like magic.
“Oh,” I cry and toss my head back as Jamison’s eager hands clamp down on my hips, and he thrusts my pussy against his fullness.
He does me hard and deep, and it feels so damn good. Skin beats against skin. The sound of him crashing into my wetness makes me wetter. Groping for something to hold onto, I reach for the roof and push against it.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I force my lidded eyes open. We’re watching each other.
