Page 48 of Chasing Wildflowers
“No.” It comes out soft and breathless.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” I murmur, tracing my fingers down her tattooed arms, leaving goosebumps in my wake. I linger over her skin, memorizing the feel of her again, soothing the ache of her absence.
Her eyes go from soft to lust-filled in an instant. “I’ve missed you, too.”
Whatever control I had snaps.
My hand sinks into her long, silky strands and my lips crashing to hers. She opens instantly, a soft moan escaping as I lick into her mouth, letting her taste flood my system. Her hands run up my chest, setting fire to my skin.
I tug her head to the side, my lips finding that spot right behind her ear, the one that makes her come undone. A gasp leaves her throat, her fingers dinging into my shoulders, anchoring her as she grinds against me, seeking friction.
Jesus Christ.
She feels so good. I’ve gone without her touch for too long. Not knowing if she’d ever let me touch her again.
My free hand tightens around her hip, gliding her over my hard length. Slow and rough, letting her feel exactly how much I’ve missed her.
Her fingers dig deeper as she chases her pleasure, sexy little moans leaving her throat. I tighten my grip, stalling her movements. “I need to hear you say it,” I growl against her throat.
“I’m yours,” she whimpers, voice thick with lust. “Now please fuck me, Jameson.”
The mouth on this woman. I fucking love it.
“So polite when you’re asking to be fucked,” I murmur, dragging her mouth back to mine. My teeth sink into her plush bottom lip before soothing the sting with my tongue.
I stand, hands gripping her thighs. Her legs wrap around me on instinct, hands fisting the back of my shirt. Her mouth finds my neck, biting and kissing as I carry her through the house, fueling my need.
I lay her on the bed and step back, soaking her in. Sunlight streams through her sheer curtains, painting her skin gold. Her lust filled eyes are locked on to me, her swollen lips slightly parted. Her hair is a tousled mess of waves spilling over one shoulder. Fuck, she’s stunning.
My hands clench at my sides, fighting against the need to touch her. “Take your clothes off and spread your legs,” I command, voice low and rough.
A shiver runs through her, my words settling over her skin. Her lust filled eyes go wide, desire burning bright. She obeys, her tank falling to the floor within seconds, followed by her shorts. Her panties stay, hunter green and lacy. She props herself upon her elbows, giving me a playful smile as she slowly spreads her legs.
My hips jerk, my cock straining violently against my jeans. I’m so fucking hard it’s almost painful.
Lane is free to do whatever she wants outside of the bedroom. But here, I’m in charge. I command her pleasure.
I run my hands up her silky thighs, her skin heating under my touch. “I meant all of your clothing, Wildflower,” I growl, giving her pussy a sharp slap.
She yelps, her head falling back.
I step back, and her eyes snap to mine. “Panties.”
She pulls them off without a word, tossing them across the room, her glistening pussy on full display.
My hands grip behind her knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed in one fluid motion. Her head fallsback, her hair spilling across the mattress. I bite my bottom lip, taking her in. All smooth skin and soft curves. My hands glide up her thigh, and she rises her hips, willing me to touch her. She groans in protest when I continue my path up her sides, avoiding her center completely.
“You made me wait, baby,” I murmur, thumb brushing over her peaked nipples. “You ghosted me, Lane. Didn’t speak to me for two fucking weeks. Now I get to take my time.”
Her back arches, her perfect tits pushing into my hands, seeking more.
I pinch her nipple, a sharp gasp leaving her lips. “I’m going to touch you in all the ways I’ve wanted.” I roll it between my fingers, enticing needly little whimpers from her throat. “All the ways I’ve been imagining while I fucked my fist.”
Lowering my head I pull her other rose colored nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Jameson,” she cries out, her voice wrecked.
Fuck. Nothing has ever sounded so perfect.
