Goosebumps cover my skin as Jamie grips my hip, and I wrap my arms around his neck and rock my hips. “I love you, Jamie.” I chant and press my lips to his. They’re firm, warm, and so deliciously demanding, I’m not sure I ever want to stop kissing him.
Jamie angles my head and takes control, pulling a slow moan from my lips as his tongue slips inside my mouth, deepening our connection and thrusting up with his hips in time with the swipe of his tongue.
Water spills over the edge of the tub, but we’re too lost in each other in the moment to care. My only concern is us. Right now. I want him closer. I want him deeper. I want everything he has to give, and I want to give him everything.
“More,” I pant between each nip of his lips as I slide farther and farther down his cock until he’s finally completely sheathed inside me. Until I’m stretched and full and yet still aching for more. “Please, Jamie. I need more.”
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, licking into my mouth, and his soft praise is like a hot stroke against my sensitive skin. One arm bands around my waist as he shifts, and more water spills. But I don’t care because Jamie is moving. This is so different from before. His movements are lazy and loving, like there’s no rush. No fear. No crazy adrenaline pushing us. This time, it’s just us. Falling.
“Tell me what you need, beautiful,” he groans as his hips slowly pick up speed. His body grinds against mine. Into mine. And oh my God, the friction is divine when he rocks against my clit while his cock drags along my walls, hitting my G-spot over and over and over again.
I whimper with his words.
Lost in my lust.
Unable to form a coherent thought.
Unwilling to care.
Chasing my orgasm.
Jamie drags a decadently calloused thumb over my peaked nipple and pinches it as his mouth captures mine. He fucks me over and over as my orgasm threatens to break me completely.
“Harder,” I moan, gasping and keening.
And when he pinches my nipple tighter, my breath catches and my world tilts.
“Just like that.”
Jamie drags his tongue over the same nipple, then teases me with his teeth as he finally fucks me harder. Rougher. With the kind of intensity I love from him. And I’m lost. To him.
White hot heat races through me, scorching me from the inside. “Fuck, baby. Your cunt is so fuckin’ tight. You’re taking me so fucking good.”
His praise sends me spiraling as I meet him thrust for thrust.
My orgasm teases the edge of my sanity as my body tenses and my clit throbs, and I lose myself entirely in this moment. In this man. I shatter in his arms, his name a silent plea falling from my lips as Jamie slams into me one final time and comes on a roar.
He holds me, like I’m the most precious thing in his world. Like without me, he’s nothing. And I realize that’s what I want. From him and for him. When did Jamie Murphy become the person I can’t live without?
“Jamie...” I lie limp in his arms with my lips pressed to the warm skin above his heart. “I love you.”
“With every ounce of my soul, Ashton.”
ASHTON
I want a lot of things from this year, but dragons may have just been moved to the top of that list.
—Text from Ashton to the Badass Book Club
“Jamie...” I snuggle deeper into his side and throw my arm across his waist, loving the feel of his hot skin under mine. I swear pregnancy has made me colder. Screw the people who say their body temperature rose. Mine has plummeted. Lucky for me, I now sleep next to a furnace. A deliciously muscled, hot furnace. One who likes it when I use him as a heater. And maybe use him in other ways too. “Your phone is ringing.”
Even half asleep, this man presses a kiss to my forehead, something that’s become so normal you’d think I wouldn’t feel my entire body and soul relax when he does it. You’d be wrong. But you could think it. There is something so primal about the way this man makes me feel safe when I’m with him.Like nothing can hurt us. And the freedom in that feeling is extraordinary.
“It’s not my phone, Ace.”
A grumbly whine gets stuck in my throat, and I begrudgingly roll over and grab the offending object from my nightstand and silence the call. “It should be illegal for telemarketers to call this early.”
“Agreed.” Jamie pulls me back, wrapping those delicious arms around me. “It’s been a month, Ashton.”
