“You hurt me again last night, shutting me out.” She closed her eyes and breathed deep.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “This is my way. I protect. It’s all I know.”
I watched over Billy, and I made Scott my project when he was little. I was a protector, and my mom was my main enemy.
I melded my mouth to hers again, and for the second time she didn’t object. Deepening the kiss, I felt myself settle for the first time since I learned about my dad’s passing. Jamie always had that effect on me.
A soft moan escaped her mouth into mine and instinct took over. I bit her lower lip. Not hard, but a bite she took. I wasn’t sure how she would react, but when she moaned a bit louder I couldn’t help taking another nip while my hand roamed up her loose sweater, finding her braless. A growl emanated from my chest as my palm smoothed over her suppleness.
“Ford, oh,” came slipping out of Jamie’s mouth.
“I want to feel all of you.”
She broke free from me, leaning backward. “I wasn’t expecting company.” She ran her hand over her face. “I must look a wreck.”
“James, I’m kissing the fuck out of you. I want to get all these clothes off you and kiss youeveryfuckingwhere.You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re mourning.”
I nodded. “My dad is gone. I can’t bring him back. I need to feel connected with the one person who has always grounded me.”
She challenged me. “I don’t look the same.”
“Better. You’re better, and you were fucking beautiful back then.” I gathered her close and ghosted her lips with mine before lifting the sweater off and sucking a nipple. With the sweater on the floor, Jamie’s head fell back as I continued to suck, moving my hand down her side and in between us, teasing her over and through her leggings. “Not like this tonight. Wait until I get your clothes off,” I commanded.
“I can’t.” The two words came out hoarse and breathy.
I pulled my hand away. “You will wait, James.”
She eyed me as I licked her nipple with one swift motion and then repeated it. Her teeth came out to bite her lower lip, and I could smell how turned on she was. My hand moved back to torture her through her leggings, and she squirmed on the counter, looking for more friction.
“Wait.”
Her eyes closed and I watched her breath rise and fall, her chest rising with each inhale, my hand flicking over her hot nub inside her flimsy pants.
“You think you changed? I say changed for the better because you are so responsive. I’ve changed too. We may be older, but I know what I like, James, and I get what I want. You understand?”
Now her eyes flew open.
“Don’t worry, I like making you feel very good. This won’t ever hurt, but I’m going to be in charge.”
She swallowed and I brought the hand I’d been using up toward my face, breathing deep from my nose. Taking a long inhale, I could smell her scent on me. Her gaze widened, and the pulse in her neck rose up and down at a furious rhythm.
“You like that, Red? Your scent mixing with mine?”
I kept my eyes locked with hers, ghosting my hand in front of her nose. She didn’t answer, but her deep inhale told me everything I needed to know.
“Do you understand? I’m in charge, but not in charge of hurting. Only pleasure.”
This time, she nodded.
“Say yes or no,” I told her. “I need to hear it.”
“Yes.” Her vocal cords scratchy from desire, she amped me up further.
“Are you turned on, James? Do you like the idea of me taking charge of your orgasm?”
Another nod.
