He gripped my hand and led the way down the hallway to his bedroom. Fleetingly, I noticed it was neat and organized with minimal furniture and a king bed with white sheets and a charcoal gray blanket. But the way he looked at me was far more important.
He reached for me, and I stepped into his arms, his hands settling on my waist and drawing me in. His hard erection pressed against my lower abdomen, and I took a shaky, excited breath.
"Are you sure?" Jamison asked quietly.
"Stop overthinking."
His mouth briefly curled upward, and then he began to undress me without hesitation. It was as if I had fired the starting gun at a race, and he was off and running.
My dress slid to the floor in a heap at my feet, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, the only other garment that neededremoving was my panties. I'd come prepared tonight. Instead of sensible cotton, I was wearing a lacy, high-waisted number that flattered my shape and barely covered my ass. It landed on the floor at my feet too, and then he removed my bangles and placed them on the table beside the bed. Several fell to the floor, but we ignored them, focused solely on each other.
"My turn to undress you," I said softly, my voice breathless with anticipation.
I grasped the hem of his Henley and slipped it over his head. I knew the man had a nice body, but seeing him half naked was impressive. Lean and solid, he had the kind of build that came from disciplined workouts.
I eagerly palmed his chest, moving my hands over the dark hair sprinkled on his warm skin. Then I slid my hands lower to unhook his jeans.
"Your body..." I breathed, shaking my head. "I can't wait to see all of it."
When he stepped out of his pants, I bit my bottom lip, awed by the sight of his powerful thighs and his very impressive erection.
Jamison lifted my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, sucking the flesh as he climbed toward my elbow. My pulse hammered at the tender eroticism of the gesture.
Then his mouth captured mine again, and he crushed me against him with pure emotion and unrestrained desire. He tormented me with his teeth and tongue, stroking the inside of my mouth and nipping at my lips.
With my breasts pressed against his chest, the tingle of the short hairs added another layer of sensation that made me whimper with pleasure.
We tumbled onto the bed, arms and legs wrapping around each other, hips grinding as we strained to get closer. He plundered my lips with hungry kisses before dragging his mouthlower to assail my throat with the same delicious urgency. Arching my head back, I savored the torture and wanted more.
His mouth on my breast made me gasp, made my belly quiver and my loins ache for his possession. He sucked my nipples until I groaned and undulated restlessly beneath him, twisting on the linens. I wanted to retreat while simultaneously pushing my flesh deeper into his mouth so his stiff tongue could flit against the turgid peak.
When he went lower, my teeth sank into my lip again, and I inhaled a deep breath as he draped my legs over his shoulders. I opened myself wide and lifted my hips for his mouth, desperate for him to take his fill. And he did. Oh, how he did, sucking, tonguing me, driving me mad until my body trembled with the shock of an eye-crossing orgasm. The sounds of my hoarse cries filled the room as he relentlessly devoured me, his groans of satisfaction adding to the carnal intimacy that left me gasping and trembling, hardly able to breathe as I completely lost control.
"Goddamn delicious." The words came out as a growl as he made his way back up my body.
He kissed my neck and my jaw. "What is that scent you're wearing? It drives me crazy."
"Body butter. I make it myself from vanilla and honey."
"I love it."
I reached for him, taking his hard length in my hand and stroking until I saw in his eyes that his control was fraying.
"I need you. I need you now," he said huskily.
He yanked the drawer open in the nightstand beside the bed and removed a condom. He rolled it on and then settled between my thighs. "I want to lose myself inside you," he said with a husky groan.
I lifted both my legs around his waist and crossed them above his ass. Lust flared in his eyes as the tip of his hard length pushed at my entrance.
He plunged into my body, and I gasped out loud, angling my hips higher. "Yes, just like that..."
"Tallulah," he gritted out, his face contorted into a mask of passion.
"Don't hold back," I urged.
We locked gazes, his light eyes darkening as he withdrew and then plunged right back into me again. Dominant. Rocking my body beneath his. With each thrust, pleasure shot through me. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, I squeezed my feminine muscles, dragging a sound of pure pleasure from deep inside his chest.
Our sensually rough lovemaking was immensely satisfying, and each time we changed positions, I marveled at his stamina and how he commanded my body, pushing me past thought into pure, helpless sensation.
