Page 51 of A Cozy Holiday
“The opposite.” He crawls over me, and his shoulder muscles flex in a way that makes me want to drool. The lines are hard and shadowed in the overhead light. His erection presses into my thigh through his jeans, and I fumble for his belt buckle, grinding my wetness onto his pants. “I spend all day being Dad. Being responsible. Making sure everyone else is okay.” His hand roams up my inner leg, teasing. “But right now? I want to make you fall apart.”
“Then do it.” Lust coats my voice. “Show me what nine years of pent-up frustration looks like.”
He grins, all teeth and promise, and then his mouth is on my neck, my collarbone, the curve of my breast. When he clasps my nipple between his teeth, I arch off the bed with a gasp.
“Sensitive,” he murmurs approvingly.
“Shut up and take your pants off.” The belt is already undone, my hand grasping at the elastic of his boxers.
“Bossy.” But he shoves the denim and boxers down until he’s gloriously naked. His dick springs out, precum lining the tip like he’s ready for me. Jamie nudges my legs open with his forearms.
I want him criminally.
I have about two seconds to appreciate the view before he’s back to kissing me senseless while his hand meanders down, ghosting along my abdomen until he hovers just above my clit. The lack of contact is excruciating.
“Am I gonna find you wet for me, Doc?”
“Apparently, I have a thing for men who build fires while I’m naked in the shower.” I move an inch, but he snatches back his hand.
“Slow.”
I bite his forearm, which is supporting his weight next to my head. “I hate that word.”
“How do you feel about gentle?”
“Loathe it.” I keep our eyes locked. A delicious smile spreads across his face like I’ve said exactly what he wants to hear. My back bucks, and he slaps my clit. I squeal, and he binds my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above me.
“Impatient.” He descends down my naked body, leaving soft kisses over each inch of my breasts, my stomach, and along the inside of my thigh. His mustache feels delightfully wicked, adding a new level of sensation I’ve never felt before, but I likeit—no, I fucking love it. Finally, his tongue laps over my clit and my entire body jerks in response.
“You taste so sweet, Joy.”
My name from his lips makes a current vibrate underneath my skin. He sucks the bud in between his teeth.
“Jamie,” I whimper.
He laughs, vibrating against my most sensitive place.
“I thought you were out of practice.”
“Guess my body just remembers with you,” he says, kissing back up my torso.
“I—” I laugh, almost on the verge of tears for the second time today. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard in years.
“I had to jack off again after you left last night. I could still smell you all over me.” Behind him, the fire pops, and I feel like I’m lost in the flames. He’s breathing in deep bursts, as if he’s trying to control himself. “Were you this wet when you left me last night?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come back to this cabin and touch yourself?”
“Yes,” I admit. His teeth scrape against my skin. He looks absolutely undone.
The precum on his tip drips along my skin. I reach down, swiping it off and placing it in my mouth.
“Fuck.” His shadowy gaze pins me. “You are such a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
I’ve never been into dirty talk or eye contact during sex. Parker tried once, and it was so awkward that we both pretended it never happened.
But hearing it from Jamie—in that rough, certain voice—makes me feel safe, makes my body throb with desire.
