“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Jamie?” Erin’s voice was low, almost a growl.
The flutters inside Jamie’s body turned wild, her pulse racing too fast to catch up. All she could do was nod quickly, breath shallow as her whole body leaned into the answer.
All too soon Erin’s hand slipped away, tugging at the waistband of Jamie’s pants. Jamie lifted her hips to help, kicking them off to the floor before letting her legs fall open in invitation.
Erin’s gaze dropped, lingering on the dark red panties now clinging damp against Jamie’s skin. A low murmur left her lips, almost more to herself than to Jamie. “Oh, you’re really ready for me.”
She shifted off the mattress and knelt between Jamie’s thighs, her hands firm as she drew Jamie closer to the edge of the bed. The anticipation made Jamie’s pulse stutter. She couldn’t stand the distance, the teasing edge of it, and her fingers threaded into Erin’s hair. With a gentle but insistent pressure, she guided her down.
Erin lowered her head, her tongue dragging a slow stripe over the damp fabric between them. The pressure was soft, maddeningly gentle, just enough to make Jamie cry out. Her fingers clenched tighter in Erin’s hair, urging her closer.
Erin repeated the motion, steady and deliberate, and Jamie’s whole bodyarched in response. The teasing was unbearable. “Erin, I can’t—please… I need—” The words tumbled out, broken and unfinished.
Erin glanced up at her from between her legs, eyes dark and calm, her voice deceptively innocent. “Need what, baby?”
Jamie’s chest heaved, the plea spilling out in a rush. “Please… I need your tongue on me.” Her body shook with urgency, every nerve stretched thin with want.
Erin pulled Jamie’s panties to the side, and her tongue pressed in deep exploration. The sudden sensation nearly undid Jamie on the spot, a loud moan tearing from her throat. Erin’s movements grew surer with each pass, and the shift made Jamie’s whole body jolt. Another cry escaped before she could swallow it down, the sound filling the quiet room.
She didn’t know when it had happened, but suddenly her underwear was gone, discarded, and she was fully bare in Erin Calhoun’s bed. Jamie’s hand tightened in Erin’s hair, urging her closer, needing more. Erin obeyed, her tongue finally, firmly, right where Jamie needed it most.
Erin lifted Jamie’s legs over her shoulders, settling into a position that gave her full access. One hand stroked gently along Jamie’s thigh, the touch steady and grounding even as the intensity between them built. The contrast kept Jamie tethered as she rose higher, every breath carrying her closer to the edge.
Jamie’s head tipped back, a ragged cry leaving her lips as Erin’s rhythm held steady. The pressure coiled tight inside her, sharper with every pass, until her whole body trembled with it. Her fingers tangled in Erin’s hair, pulling her closer, anchoring herself to the only thing that felt solid in the storm of sensation.
“Erin—” Her voice cracked on the name, breaking apart as her orgasm crested. Heat spilled through her in a rush that stole her breath and left her clinging, boneless, every nerve lit on fire.
When she finally collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving, her hand fell slack against Erin’s shoulder. She could still feel her pulse thrumming, sharp and relentless, but her voice had gone soft.
“Oh my god…” she whispered, barely able to form the words.
Erin lifted her head, her lips glistening, and offered Jamie a sheepish grin. “Think you can handle another?”
Jamie’s laugh came out shaky, still catching her breath. Her whole body ached with aftershocks, but the heat in Erin’s eyes made her pulse trip all over again. Her answer was immediate, breathless, and certain.
“Yes.”
Twenty Nine
Jamie’s laugh was shaky, still catching on the edge of her breath. Her whole body trembled with the aftermath, but the look in her eyes told Erin she wasn’t finished yet. Erin wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned before she could stop herself.
“Think you can handle another?”
Jamie’s eyes widened, bright and startled. Erin felt the reaction in her own chest, a warm pull that made her sit back a little to give Jamie room to breathe. That small shift exposed a sliver of her waistband, the edge of her strap peeking above her pants.
Jamie’s gaze dropped to it and stayed there.
Erin stilled. She’d been ready for surprise, maybe even discomfort, but not the quiet, focused curiosity on Jamie’s face. Jamie was nervous, that much Erin could see, but there was no recoil. No hesitation that felt like rejection.
Just interest. And questions she didn’t know how to ask yet.
Jamie swallowed, her voice low and unsure. “Do you… do you pack a lot? Is that normal for you?”
Erin let out a slow breath, her hand brushing lightly over Jamie’s thigh. The touch calmed them both.
“Not always,” she said. “I do it when it feels right. When it feels like me. Tonight it did.” She held Jamie’s gaze, steady and open. “But I won’t use it if you don’t want me to.”
Jamie’s blush deepened, her breath catching in a way that tightened something warm in Erin’s chest. She shook her head quickly.
