Chapter 29 #2
Between her glorious thighs, the damp fabric was practically see-through. He could feel her sweetness through his jeans. With every fiber of his being, he ached to be buried deep inside her, until he saw flashing neon lights.
Jamie bowed his head to her chest, breathing in her honeyed scent and bargaining how easy it’d be to just give in.
But he didn’t want to be that guy anymore—the one who fast-forwarded into bed.
Even as he was certain that Brinton would be the best he’d ever had.
They were supposed to be taking it slow. It was his idea.
“I wish I could feel you,” she said, in that exact way that chiseled at his resolve.
What if he didn’t touch her? He could still satisfy her—and fuck, he needed to. It was high time he got creative. Jamie freed her wrists and rolled onto his side. Still on her back, she inched her head onto his outstretched arm.
Taking her right hand, Jamie sucked Brinton’s middle finger into his mouth, then released it with a wet, satisfying pop.
“Touch yourself, Brinton, if I can’t. Come for me.”
Brinton’s soft lips pressed into Jamie’s throat. Her answering moan scorched him to the bone.
“I wanna see you undone, Bee. I bet you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Please,” she answered. “God, I’m so—it’s been so long.”
Jamie guided her trembling hand between her spread thighs. She hastily pushed it into her pajama bottoms. Not content to be an idle viewer, Jamie slipped his own hand into her shorts, gently clasping it over hers. Damn creative, indeed.
She bent her knees and lifted her hips. A shudder ripped through Jamie’s chest, his forearms reflexively tensed, as her finger slid easily inside her tender depths. She was so fucking warm. So slippery, her need was dripping into his palm.
Jamie’s mouth watered. He caged his bottom lip between his teeth.
Their joined hands moved as one through each slow, determined pulse. Like a sensual duet, her elongated moans punctuated his ragged breaths.
“Put another finger in.” Selfishly, he loved that she let him take charge. “If it were me, I’d fill you ’til you couldn’t fit any more in that sweet, tight—”
Jamie groaned decadently. “So fucking perfect.”
“Only for you.”
“You’re goddamn right.” He squeezed her wrist. “How’d you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Hard,” she yelped, gasping her way through another powerful spasm. “I’d want you to fuck me hard.”
“Do it then.”
She pumped her fingers without reservation. His balls tightened greedily each time her knuckles plunged into her soft, glistening folds. He stood corrected: watching Brinton unspool, just for him, was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“You take direction so good,” he whispered against her ear. “Now, rub that pretty little clit. I want her good and hard. But don’t stop fucking yourself.”
Brinton obeyed. As both hands glided ruthlessly, her supple thighs squeezed and released—again and again and again. He longed to sink his teeth into them, or wrap them around his neck.
“I’m so close,” she moaned, eyes rolling back into her head.
“Not yet,” Jamie demanded. “Faster.”
Again, to his delight, she obeyed. Her lips parted into a smile that grew with every passing second.
“This is how you deserve to be fucked, you know that? You deserve it all.”
A thick, warm bead of her arousal ran from her center and into his palm. Jamie licked his lips. He was fucking ravenous.
His hand was so slick with Brinton’s desire, he struggled to grip her twisting wrist. He was so turned on he felt the torque behind his eyes. But that had to wait until he was safely under his shower’s steamy spray. Or, shit—in the driver’s seat of his truck. That was more likely.
“Show me how much you want it, sweetheart. I bet not as much as me.”
“I do—”
“You do what?” Jamie answered, pleased to watch her hips see-saw against the rug with diminished control.
When her brown eyes met his, they glowed as if powered by the sun itself. “I want it—”
“Then take it, Bee.”
Her hips peeled from the floor. “I’m there. I’m—”
“Come for me.”
Brinton’s voice broke off sharply, a piercing cry that eventually smoothed into soft, rounded moans. Jamie squeezed her wrist through each cresting wave, until her shoulders stopped shaking and eyes floated shut. He could watch her like this until the end of time.
As her body went limp in his arms, Jamie kissed her hard, letting his tongue explore every inch his body couldn’t yet.
“Woman, you are a revelation,” Jamie murmured, breaking their kiss. He licked her damp fingertips clean, then collapsed onto his back. Still catching her breath, Brinton’s head dropped onto his chest.
“I’m sorry, I must have sounded…” Brinton laughed, covering her eyes. “I warned you. It’s been a long time since I…”
He thumbed her cheek and smiled. “Please don’t apologize, baby. You earned that. And I can’t wait for us to finish this article.”
Jamie chuckled, adjusting the enormous bulge in his jeans. When she reached out to touch him there, he groaned dramatically.
“Aht-aht,” he teased, intercepting her. He kissed her knuckles. “I’m trying very hard not to fuck you in my father’s guest house, remember?”
Brinton smiled into his shirt. “I’m counting the days.”
“Me too.” He sighed. “But it’s getting late. Let me help clean up here so you can get some sleep.”
“How am I supposed to sleep after that?” she asked coyly. Exertion had stained her dewy cheeks mulberry, and her braids fanned out around her face like a halo. Absolutely breathtaking.
“Let me know when you find out.” He laughed. “I’ll come by tomorrow though, after the studio. Make you another sandwich.”
Sated, and limbs lazily threaded through his, Brinton stared up at Jamie dreamily. “Is that what the kids are calling it?”