Jamie came forward and tugged my underwear down and then he stood back and said, ‘Let me see you, Luce. Open your legs.’
I raised my knees, feet on the bed and then opened them. Jamie’s face was flushed, eyes dark and burning. I reached downand touched myself, feeling the slickness. I’d touched myself so many times in the last three years, reimagining what we’d done.
He put his hands on my knees, pushing them even further apart and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He came between my legs and I took away my hand so he could replace it with his mouth, sucking and tasting and licking and making my limbs shake.
It was fast. The orgasm ripped through my body like a freight train, robbing me of any ability to play it cool.Christ. He’d barely touched me and I’d gone off like a fire cracker.
He came up alongside me and I felt dizzy. He smoothed a hand up over my still quivering belly and cupped a breast, trapping a nipple between his fingers.
He said, ‘Sometimes I thought it couldn’t have possibly been as good... but it really was, wasn’t it?’
He sounded as bewildered as I felt when I had thought of it. I’d been sure that I’d exaggerated our chemistry but I hadn’t.
I nodded. I really wanted to ask him if he’d been with anyone else but was too scared of the answer so I reached for him, putting a leg over his hip and kissing him. His dick was between us, hard and long. I held him in my hand, squeezing gently and then firmly, letting my fingers slip up and down the shaft, loving how his skin glided over the thickness.
Then he reared back. ‘Shit, Luce, I’m going to come... wait.’
His eyes were glassy and perspiration beaded his brow. Giddy on hormones andeverything,I didn’t listen. I wanted to tip him over the edge as easily as he had done to me.
I gripped him and worked him and he fell onto his back and his entire body tensed before he came in a hot rush against my hand.
He turned his head and looked at me, eyes still dark... but also golden. He reached for me, and I went, sliding my leg between his.
After a few minutes, he sat up and tugged me with him into the en suite bathroom where there was a large walk-in shower. He turned on the spray. Gloriously hot. We stepped under and he lathered up with soap and moved his hands over my body, exploring every single dip and curve. He stood behind me and reached down between my legs, stroking my clit, still slick. His other hand found my breast and cupped it, squeezing the flesh. My legs wobbled.
I turned around in his arms, afraid he’d get me off again before I could stop him. Not that I wanted to stop him. But I wanted to feel some measure of control.
‘I want you inside me, Jamie.’I’d waited so long.
He was hard again. He left me for a second and found protection in a drawer and came back, rolling it onto his dick. I was on the pill but somewhere in the recess of my functioning brain, I found the wherewithal to be safety conscious.
He lifted me up against the tiled wall and I clamped my legs around his hips. We moved together like I remembered, as if we’d done this a million times before. Another rush of tenderness.Shit.
I put my hands on his chest and let the wall take my weight. He was looking at me. And then he bent his head and put his mouth on one nipple, sucking the tip hard before flicking with his tongue. Then he did the same to the other one.
I was groaning. Moaning. Hips moving against him in a not very subtle demand. He lifted his head again and smiled at me and suddenly I couldn’t seem to focus on the sex when there was a boulder in my chest.
‘Hungry, Luce?’
I nodded. ‘Starving, Jamie. Please...’
He adjusted us and then I felt the head of his cock at my entrance where I was slick and swollen and needy. But he was controlling the movement and he brought me down slowly,letting my body take him in, lips being spread to the max as his thick head pushed in, steadily... and then, all the way... Until he was seated deep inside me, filling me up and I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. A rush of emotion joined the tenderness. I never thought I’d feel this again.
CHAPTER 10
Jamie
Jamie was trying to avoid Lucy’s gaze because he knew damn well he’d see something in those green depths that echoed inside him.It hadn’t been a dream or his imagination. It really had been that good with her.Because it was even better right now, his body joining with hers. Nothing else mattered in the world anymore but chasing this high with her. All the noise was gone. The hollow aching void.
But as if he was being compelled by something he couldn’t control, his gaze locked with hers and instantly everything was heightened. He couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. He was falling in, deeper and deeper but he didn’t feel as if he was drowning. The opposite. He felt as if he was breaking the surface and sucking in great gulps of air.
Man. Sex with her was a trip. The orgasm broke over them simultaneously and Jamie almost came again just from the powerful pulses of Lucy’s climax, milking him dry.
How long had it been since he’d seen her again, appearing like a vision through the snow? Hours? Who cared. He was finally feeling a measure of peace and he was too wrung out to deny it.
CHAPTER 11
Lucy
