His hands dropped to my waist and suddenly I was pinned against the kitchen wall by Jamie’s hard body.
“I’m tired of waiting,” he whispered. His breath ghosted over my face, warm and sweet andreal, and then his lips were on mine for the first time in forever.
Holy shit.
I’d spent a lot of the past eleven years pondering the way Jamie kissed—the press of his full lips against mine, the tingling rasp of the scruff that reappeared ten minutes after he shaved, the way his tongue slid against mine that was like…Jesus Christ… like dancing, even though I would never share that lame-ass metaphor withanyone.
At first I’d remembered every kiss with regret, because I missed them, missedhim, so fucking much. And then later, I’d remembered with anger, becauseof courseno one else’s kiss could compare to a stupid, idealized, rose-colored memory that couldn’t possibly be accurate.
I could say with confidence that I had not remembered it accurately. No one could. My memories had been half-assed at best—a glorious ghost, a phantom pain—compared to the electric fuckingburnof this kiss that set every single nerve ending on fire and made me feel like I was floating.
I moaned into Jamie’s mouth and my hands, which had been clutching at the fabric of his t-shirt by his shoulders drifted up of their own accord and tangled into Jamie’s thick auburn hair. Jamie braced his forearms on the wall by my head and let the weight of his body rest against mine, grounding me as he owned my mouth.
Perfection.
I broke away with a gasp a long moment later—apparently oxygen waskind ofimportant after all—and I was half afraid that would be it, the spell would be broken, but Jamie didn’t move away. His lips cruised down to nip at the hinge of my jaw and suck at a spot on the side of my neck. I inhaled sharply and my knees trembled.
“You still like that, hmm?”
I nodded, half-dazed.
“I used to fantasize about this spot,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over my damp skin. “The way it made you melt every time I kissed you there.”
“So… you’re a neck man, then?” I teased in a strangled voice.
Jamie’s gentle laughter made my breath hitch.
“Only with you, Parker. Only with you.”
He pulled away just long enough to strip off my t-shirt, followed by his own, and then he was back, the warm hair of his chest pressed to mine.
He kissed me again in the same spot, and I couldn’t help the way my back arched and my hips bucked against him. Control was a concept I only had a passing acquaintance with at best, and right now the fucker had entirely left the building. All I could do was feel… and want.
One of Jamie’s hands ghosted down my side, the backs of his fingers ghosting down my abs and catching on the drawstring of my pants like they were asking a silent question, but I had a very vocal answer.
“Yes! Jesus, yes.”
“The name isJamie,” the fucker said, voice warm with amusement. “Just in case you forgot who’s taking you apart right now.”
I tugged at his hair in punishment, but Jamie didn’t seem to find it very discouraging if the way he rubbed himself against my thigh was any indication.
“That’s right, Parks. Get a good grip. You’ll need it, baby.”
Before I could figure out what the hell he was talking about, he lowered his head to bite at my collarbone before sliding lower to lick my nipple.
“Motherfucker!”I shouted, yanking his hair again.
“Once again, it’sJamie,”he laughed, lifting his head just enough so I could see his eyes dance. “So embarrassing, Parkie. Do you often have this problem?”
No. No, I did not. I’d hooked up plenty in Boston, after those first few lonely years, but there had usually been tequila involved, and other than one ill-fated attempt at a relationship a couple years ago, neither party had ever been concerned with remembering names. Now, though? There was no way I could forget who I was with. And I had no idea what was happening, but I most definitely didn’t want it to stop.
I changed my grip on Jamie’s head, forcing his mouth back to my chest, and I was rewarded with a puff of laughter against my skin.
“Getting impatient, Parker?”
“Maybe,” I tried to say, but the word ended on a yelp as Jamie replaced his lips with his teeth and at that exact moment tugged the drawstring of my pants.
Fuck.
