Jamie smiled, a light pink blush dusting her cheekbones. “Maybe we can make this a regular thing.”
Erin nodded before leaning down to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jamie’s neck. “Yeah, that’s a good idea, baby.”
Jamie grinned at the name, and Erin pulled back to look at her.
“What? Too much?”
Jamie shook her head. “No, it’s perfect. You’ve just never called me that before.”
Erin dipped her head again, this time focusing on the exposed curve of Jamie’s collarbone, nipping lightly with her teeth.
“Never felt right before,” she said between kisses.
Erin’s left hand slid up Jamie’s side, pushing her blouse higher as it went.Jamie lifted herself just enough to help Erin pull it over her head.
She lay back in a lacy maroon bra, watching Erin’s eyes darken as they roamed. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “Maybe I was hoping for something,” she said.
Erin laughed under her breath. “Ms. Garrison, you come prepared.”
Jamie tilted her head. “You complaining?”
“Not a chance,” Erin murmured.
Erin reached up and took Jamie’s hands from where they rested at her sides. “These should really be right here.”
She guided Jamie’s hands back to her waist before leaning in again, pressing slow, heated kisses against her skin.
“My only question is . . .” Erin trailed off, her teeth grazing the skin of Jamie’s collarbone. “Does it match?”
Jamie shrugged, and Erin looked up at her. “Maybe you should look and see.”
Erin grinned, suddenly very eager to find out. “You know what? I think I should.”
She shifted to the side, giving Jamie room to scoot higher onto the bed, then settled on her knees between Jamie’s legs. Her fingers made quick work of the button on Jamie’s jeans, and when the same maroon color stared back at her, her breath caught.
Slowly, she helped Jamie out of her jeans, and Jamie lifted her hips to make it easier, kicking them off once they’d cleared her knees.
Still sitting up, Erin pulled her own shirt over her head, leaving herself in just a sports bra. Then she eased down between Jamie’s thighs, guiding each leg over her shoulders. She could see the dark, dampened lace, the scent of Jamie’s skin pulling her closer.
Erin looked up, meeting Jamie’s eyes as her tongue traced the first slow pass over the lace.
Jamie moaned, eyes fluttering shut as her back arched off the bed. Erin went again, slower this time, her thumb drawing small circles against the inside of Jamie’s thigh where her arm held her close.
Using her free hand, Erin hooked Jamie’s panties to the side, allowingalmost complete access to the slick, heated skin underneath. Another swipe of her tongue, and Jamie cried out in frustration.
“Erin, please!” Jamie’s eyes were pleading.
“Please what, baby?” Erin asked, looking into her eyes.
Jamie dropped her head back against the mattress.
“You’re the worst.”
Erin quickly licked a stripe up Jamie’s center, and Jamie’s body jolted in reaction.
“Still think so?” she asked.
Jamie shook her head, so Erin dove back in. The scent of Jamie’s skin, the wetness she found there, it was intoxicating. Erin burrowed her nose in deeper, trying to give herself the best angle to tongue fuck Jamie. The moment her tongue first slipped inside, Jamie let out a long, low moan.
