I find myself tensing instinctively, because these days I don’t know what I’m going to see on Jamie’s face. That shuttered expression? The don’t-talk-to-me scowl? The guilty cloud? The sad frown?
Today I get none of the above. I greet him with a strained smile before pulling off my hoodie. And I’m startled to see a flash of desire in his brown eyes.
My dick instantly thickens behind my zipper. It—and I—can’t remember the last time we had sex. Not since the first hospital stint, at least.
“How was practice?” he asks, setting the hardcover on the night table.
“Good. How’s the book?”
“Interesting. Did you know that some captive male pandas can’t figure out what to do when the female is in heat?” Hegrins, and damned if my heart doesn’t soar to my throat. It’s so rare to see him smile lately.
“Bummer.”
“It is, though. Because they need to breed them in captivity. So there’s this zoologist who made a panda sex tape and played the video for the males who couldn’t get it done. Who knew that panda porn was a thing?”
Laughing, I undo my jeans and toss them on the nearby armchair. Jamie stares at my black boxer-briefs, then my bare chest, then says, “Come to think of it, you look especially fuckable today.”
I’m so happy I almost cry. I’m not stupid—I know that sex isn’t an easy fix. I know it won’t miraculously cheer him up and erase the awfulness of these past few weeks. But it’s a start.
I lunge toward the bed, and he laughs at my eagerness. The husky sound goes right to my dick. I miss his laughter. I miss my easygoing, always-ready-with-a-smile Jamie, and his familiar smile has me mauling his mouth with mine.
My kiss is desperate with excitement and longing andoh God I missed youall rolled into one hot, breathless package. His tongue enters my mouth and steals my sanity. His hands caress my chest, thumbs sweeping over my pecs, my nipples, before sliding down my abs toward my waistband.
“Off,” he mutters, tugging on my boxers.
I release his mouth long enough to wiggle out of the underwear and throw them across the room. Jamie’s flannel pants and T-shirt follow suit. I’m a tad worried that he might get cold, might get sick again, but he presses his warm, naked body to mine before I can cover us with the blanket.
His lips find my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin likeit’s covered in sugar. The deep, growled noises he makes tickle my ear, tingle in my balls.
“Missed this,” he whispers.
“Me too.” The words come out choked, thick with emotion. Christ, he doesn’t even know how much I’ve missed it.
He pushes me onto my back, and I’m a hot, shivering mess as he kisses his way down south. When his mouth engulfs the tip of my cock, my hips buck, seeking more. Seekinghim.
Jamie slowly takes me in deeper and deeper and deeper until he swallows up my entire length. The only sensations I can register arewetandwarmandfucking awesome. But then I remember the way he’d coughed so violently last week, and I touch his soft hair, stilling him.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?”
His strong jaw tightens.
Crap, wrong thing to say.
For some reason, Jamie’s become sensitive about looking “weak.” Idon’tthink he’s weak, though. I never have. He was just sick, end of story. But no matter how many times I’ve told him that, it’s still a sore issue for him.
“The cough,” I clarify hastily. “’Cause if your throat’s still sore, there’re other ways you can make me come…”
He relaxes, his tongue coming out to circle my cockhead.
My lips curve wickedly. “Actually, the more I think about it, the more I like the alternative.” I allow him one more lick before tugging him up by the shoulders and pushing him onto his back.
“What’s the alternative?” he says thickly.
I’m already reaching for the nightstand drawer for some lube. “Having that big cock pounding my ass until I shoot.”
A lust-filled groan escapes his throat. “Mmmm. Yeah. That sounds really hot.”
I probably don’t take as much time as necessary to prepare myself, but I’m too damn impatient. It’s been so long.Toolong. I want him so much my mouth is dry and my palms are damp. My fingers shake as I slip two of them inside me, rubbing and twisting while I hurriedly climb onto Jamie’s lap.
