“Where’s the interrogation?” Jamie snapped.
I only stared into his fiery eyes and wiped another smudge from his chin. “Can you tell me?”
He laughed and looked away, but next thing I knew he had his arms wrapped around my middle and his face buried against my chest. I dropped the washcloth back into the sink and hugged him close. He shivered and a strange warmth worked its way from my chest out into the rest of my body, so that I almost felt like I was floating. I stroked my fingers through the clean parts of his hair, avoiding the spot that might be an injury.
He tipped his head up and rested his chin against my breastbone until the sharp point of connection was an ache. There was no way I’d tell him to move, not when he was looking at me like I counted for more than dirt. I leaned down and carefully pressed my lips to his.
Jamie surprised me when his mouth opened, soft, warm, and perfect. I stroked my tongue past his lips and a flashfire spark of pure want blazed to life in my dick. The immediate need pulsed through my groin and stole my breath. I moaned into his mouth. I’d wanted this type of kiss earlier.
“Don’t have it in me to be careful tonight,” Jamie pulled back and whispered. “But I….” He nibbled my lip, and I held him closer, pressing my hips forward to feel the rush of excitement from brushing against him.
He let me go, and I stroked a curl from his forehead. “You’re banged up. I didn’t think you’d want to.”
“Oh, I do, but I’m exhausted, and I’m about out of patience.” He laughed and cupped my cheeks with his hands. “Let me give it up to ya tonight? What do ya think? I could do with lying back and getting what I need.”
Flushing hot all over, I gaped. “Didn’t think you’d ever want to do that.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” My face scorched and I glanced away. Were we really talking about sex? Just like that? So easy? Jamie grabbed my chin and dragged it back until I had to stare at him again.
“Let me tell ya, I’m fuckin’ selfish. This is no great act of heroics here. One, it’s fantastic to get that button in your arse tapped. Two, if I’m afraid of a twinge, how strong am I? Not very, that’s what. I don’t have the energy to treat ya right tonight. Ya could plow me with nothing but spit and I’d count it good, so long as I come.”
“Never thought about it that way.”
“ ’M verse. Don’t see the point in limiting the ways ta get off.” He craned his neck and kissed me, and I didn’t even care that he was still mostly a mess. I leaned in and teased my mouth against his, and the soft flesh on the inside of his bottom lip had me fighting against a wave of need to doanythingto get off, in order to focus on what I should do next.
Nerves attacked me when I thought too much about being the one responsible for making sure he wasn’t hurt and that he had a good time. Not that he seemed shy. He would probably tell me if I was screwing up. I brushed my fingers through his hair again and was relieved when he pushed himself to his feet and seemed steady. I stood back a little, and he flashed me a bright grin. I’d sort of liked the feeling of being in control, though, as much as I wasn’t sure I was doing anything right, so I took his hand and tugged him out of the bathroom toward the bed.
“Sorry I got called away. Half expected ya to be in a snit when I got back.”
“I understand.”
“But how do ya understand?”
Shrugging, I swung toward him. “I help King a lot.” I didn’t want to get into the whole fucking fiasco that was my life right now, so I left it at that.
He nodded. “Could see that being something ya do. Ya weren’t there the last time we had a meeting with him.”
My chest tightened till it felt like a pinch, and I stopped to study his face. “You would have remembered?”
“Aye,” he whispered, and then we were kissing again. I brushed my fingertips along his shoulders and down over his chest. He took my hands and pressed them firmly against him without letting me have a chance to breathe. My head spun as I palmed his pec muscles and then ran a hand down his flat, hard stomach. He stood back and shrugged off his shirt in one smooth motion.
“This what ya wanted?”
“Yeah,” I croaked back. He was amazing, and not even the dark bruise spreading like an oil stain on his right side could take away from that. The mark started below his rib cage and splotched down toward his hip bone, and I wanted more than anything to ask how the fuck that had happened, but instead reached out and ran my hands over his abs.
“Your skin’s so soft,” I murmured, and he laughed.
“Ya expected sandpaper?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know what I thought.”
“Checking, but you’re… you’ve never at all, have ya?”
Carefully I shook my head while heat burst to life in my cheeks and made me feel like I must be glowing.
He was on me then, kissing me. He grabbed one of my hands and put it on his hip, and the other he slid down directly to the bulge at his groin. Excitement had my heart banging like a drum in my ears as I scouted the firm line down the front of his pants and along the leg. I didn’t stop to think, only did what I wanted. I slid to my knees to get a good look at him and held him still with both hands on his hips.
