At this point, I think it’s safe to say that dinner’s off. I for one, am no longer hungry for anything but more of him. I pull back long enough to say one word.
“Bedroom.”
He nods without breaking our next kiss, his tongue impatiently finding mine once again. Unexpectedly, he spins me around, my back pressed against him. I arch, increasing the pressure, and he groans in my ear before brushing his teeth down my neck. My hand finds the back of his head again, pushing him harder against my skin, even further deepening his touch. The sound that escapes me would be embarrassing at any other time, but the way he twitches underneath me, tells me I have nothing to worry about.
He brings one hand to my jaw, turning my face towards him again. Sucking on my lower lip, his hand finds my chest. I whimper, and the moan he makes in response is everything. I decide right then that I want to spend the rest of my night trying to pull that sound out of him over and over again.
I finger the strap of my dress and slowly pull it down. He pauses his kiss, watching me release my arm from the fabric, then mirroring my movement on the other side until my chest is all that holds it in place. Stepping forward, creating space between us for the first time, I shimmy my dress down, revealing the back of my black strapless bra. Almost instantly, Jay’s soft lips are on my shoulder.
“Jesus, Claire.” He plants gentle kisses around the curve.
Turning back to look at him, I continue pulling the material further down, revealing a band of black lace around my hips. Jay’s hands findmine and guide them over the last hurdle, gravity pulling the dress to a pile on the floor.
Now it’s him who creates distance. Stepping back, Jay drags a hand down his face taking in my curves. I extend an arm back and he slips his hand in mine.
Pulling him to my room, I’m reminded of the first time I brought him to bed. A wave of anxiety rolls through me thinking of the last time I was vulnerable here with him. I spin around, suddenly feeling even more exposed than I already am. Avoiding his gaze, I bring one arm across my chest, rubbing the area just below my shoulder. Sensing my energy shift, Jay glides close.
“Hey." He tilts my chin and studies my face. “I’m not going fucking anywhere.”
The mere idea that he can calm my brain without me having to even explain myself is enough to undo me right then and there. I reach for the top of his jeans, pulling the belt loops like I did before. There’s that feeling of empowerment again.
Still holding the loops, I kiss the crook of his neck. Dragging my tongue from the base to his ear, I nibble gently, then whisper, “Off.”
He throws his head back in response.
“Fuck, Claire.” It comes out so quietly I almost miss it.
He brings his fingers to his button, then unzips them to expose the waistband underneath. As they fall to the floor, the length of him springs to life, straining against his briefs, two muscular thighs bulging as he kicks them to the side.
My God, this man is beautiful. He stands in front of me, a pillar of strength, and I want to drop to my knees and worship him. But before I can make my move, he makes his first.
“Lay down, Claire.”
31
Jamison
Iwatch as Claire sits back on her bed in only her bra, thong, and those sexy gold heels. The last time we were here, I willed myself to leave. This time, no force on this planet could rip me from these goddamn walls.
Watching her undress was fucking intoxicating. The confidence mixed with that body drove me crazy and when she took control and whispered in my ear to take off my jeans, I thought a strong wind might finish me off right there.
But not yet. Not before I show her how truly perfect she is.
I walk to her slowly, savoring the view. She leans back on her forearms putting her chest on full display. I kneel between her legs and run my palms up her thighs in the same motion as I did only nights before. But this time, I’m not stopping there.
Gliding my hands back down her flawless figure, I move to one ankle, slowly working the strap of her heel until I can easily slide it off. I kiss the soft arch of her foot, then repeat the process on the other side. Claire points and flexes each foot, her body responding to my touch. I toss both shoes aside and work my mouth back upwards.
Claire mentioned that she runs, but holy shit these legs. They’re smooth and strong, and combined with the early summer tan already tinting her skin, I don’t think I could have molded them more perfectly myself. When I reach the top of her thighs, I pause at her middle. I sigh a warm breath and Claire shifts her hips.
“Jay,” She looks down at me. “You don’t have to.”
I can practically see her wheels spinning. I don’t know who she was with before, but if anyone ever made her feel like this was a chore, they’re the biggest dumbass I’ve ever met.
“I know I don’t have to.” I pull down the lace on both sides, the force causing her to sink deeper to me. I inhale loudly at just the sight of her. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s perfect here too. “But trust me, baby, I’m doing this for me too.”
I run one finger down her slit and she squirms in response. She is so fucking wet. My tongue finds her next, and I don’t just taste her, I devour her. Licking and sucking, I cater to her like I haven’t eaten in days. When I feel her legs tighten around me, I slip two fingers in, filling her and pushing her to the edge.
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “Oh my…” Her legs start to quiver, and as I suck one last time on her most sensitive spot, she free-falls.
