“Spread those pretty legs for me, lemon.”
There’s no room for interpretation with that nickname. It’s not cute or teasing. It sounds lustful and completely focused, but that might be because he’s currently perched between my legs and ready to devour me like his favorite dessert.
I heed his command, eager to feel something besides the cool air against my wet core. Jamie lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and starts by sliding his hand from the back of my knee to the apex of my thighs, his eyes following the journey. When his thumb reaches the wetness surrounding my clit, I bite my bottom lip. He glides through my lips, thumb coated in my arousal just like before, only this time he doesn’t dip inside me. He takes his time tracing the contours of my body. Finally, he meets my eyes with a wild hunger, and I brace myself.
His lips are featherlight at first—a gentle touch to ease me into the feel of them. Then his tongue darts out and licks from bottom to top. The sensation is incomparable. It feels good, but it’s too subtle. In order to truly feel pleasure, I need the opposite. I need firm, deliberate pressure.
I squirm under him, teetering along the line of uncomfortable sensitivity. Jamie clearly knows I’ve never done this before, but instead of going about his business and ignoring my nonverbal cues, he stops.
“What do you need?”
I adjust my hips so I’m slanted further into the couch, giving him better access. “It’s too soft.”
His tongue darts out to lick my wetness from his lips and the corner of his mouth turns up in a knowing smirk. I hope he isn’t about to make fun of me.
“Don’t worry,” he says, his eyes appearing almost iridescent, alight with desire. “I know what you need.”
He takes both hands and grabs my ass to hold me in place. This time when his tongue carves its path, he doesn’t just lick, hepresses down firmly, andthisignites a sensational flutter in my stomach muscles.
One of my hands finds its way to the soft strands of his hair, while the other grips the couch. When he reaches my clit, he sucks with his whole mouth and my hips buck involuntarily, but his hands hold me steady and force me back in place. The harder his tongue works the harder it is to keep my thighs apart, and I want so badly to press them together and ride that insatiable ache that’s building in my core.
I need something solid to grind against, and as much as I’m loving the feel of his tongue pressing into my clit, it’s not enough. Instinctively, he slides two fingers into my heat, filling the empty ache that’s lingered there.
As much as it feels good, I want to grab him and pull him to me. I want to feel the weight of him on top of me. He’s created a rhythm that my body is following, and the beginnings of an orgasm have started to build deep beneath the surface, but it’s going to take more than this to finish it.
Somehow, Jamie already knows my body like the palm of his own hand, because that’s what he’s using now to press firmly against my clit, rubbing endless circles until I’m panting and clenching my thighs together. He gets up from the floor and perches a knee on the cushions beside me, his free hand moving to the back of the couch to hold himself steady while still maintaining the same circling pressure between my legs.
He navigates me through the height of my orgasm, up, up, up, until his lips meet mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue.
I’m still spiraling as he slows his movements. Yet again, I am undone by this man, and I don’t even know where to start when it comes to the daunting task of putting myself back together.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
JAMIE
Idon’t know what I was thinking.
I’ll never be satisfied when it comes to Raegan. Every memory I create with her shuddering beneath me in pleasure only pushes me to create more. There are too many ways I want to coax an orgasm from her and appreciate that expression she made: mouth open, head tilted back, and eyes closed. She looked like a goddess experiencing heaven for the first time. And there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to go without seeing that look on her face again.
I go to the downstairs bathroom and grab a towel for Raegan to clean off with. She stays where she is on the couch with her thighs apart, pussy glistening and swollen. For a split second, I think about leaving her there to look at while I take care of the excruciating hard on I’ve been sporting since the moment I realized what she was listening to. But I’m not that guy—not unless she asks me to be.
When I return with a damp towel, Raegan’s eyes are still glossy with want, and I almost question whether or not she climaxed, but she definitely did.
She takes the towel and wipes herself carefully, all the while keeping her eyes on the bulge in my sweatpants. I can’t be sure, but I think she might want to continue what we started.
“You haven’t let me touch you yet,” she notes, doe-like eyes trained on the exact area she’s referring to.
I grin, feeling like a teenager again.
She grabs her bikini-like underwear from the floor and slips them on, then she moves to stand directly in front of me. I’m still shirtless, so she takes the opportunity to run the dark red nail of her index finger down my left peck. I imagine one of those nails gripping my cock, and it feels like I’m running a temperature again.
But I can’t.
I take her hand and kiss her palm. “Raegan.” I say her name lovingly, and she instantly registers the lack of seduction in my tone.
She pulls back. “You don’t want me to?”
“Of course I want you to,” I rush. “I told you, it’s yours whenever you want. But if you do this now, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back from going further.”
