Jamie kicked the slightly ajar bedroom door open wide. Shakespurr scrambled off his perch on the windowsill with a startled meow, then scampered out of the room. Bristol barely noticed. Jamie carried her to the bed and tossed her to the mattress, following her down and covering her body with his own. He broke their kiss only long enough to tear her lacy shell from her torso and toss it across the room. Then he took her mouth again, nipping at her bottom lip and stealing inside, shredding her sanity.
Bristol tugged at his tank, frantically sliding her hands under the cotton to reach the supple skin over hard muscle. She longed to feel him, drink him in, make him a part of her for however long she could.
Finally, he sat up and tore off his shirt. Bristol got a good look at him—and nearly swallowed her tongue. Oh. Dear. God. The longer she looked at him, the more dizzying desire spun inside her. She raked her hungry palms up the ridges of his abdomen, over the bronzed bulges of his torso. She traced the tribal tattoo on his shoulder, sucking in a breath at his iron flesh beneath her touch. Unable to resist, she skated her fingertips down his chest again, taking the time to circle one of his nipples. She delighted when goosebumps broke out all over his body and he shuddered.
“Don’t push me too hard, Bristol. I want to do this right.” He panted, his breath coming fast as he gripped the button of his fly and tore it open. “I want to feel every second of you coming apart for me.”
He didn’t wear anything beneath his jeans. Bristol saw a shadowy hint of hair-dusted male flesh and shivered. Pressed against her earlier, he’d felt big.
“Hurry.” She tore open the snap of her jeans, then tugged the zipper down and shoved the pants past her hips—until he stood and shucked his own denim.
Bristol got instant confirmation about his size. Well-endowed was putting it mildly. Or maybe she’d only ever handled small pricks like Hayden. Literally.
“Take it all off so I can get to you, honey. I want to see that pretty skin and silky pussy before I devour them both.”
No man had ever talked to her that way. His words were gritty and raw, but they didn’t feel dirty. Instead, he made her feel sexy, like a woman should. For the first time in her life, she wanted to give a man every part of herself.
She sounded crazy; Jamie was a stranger. But some part of her felt as if she recognized him as a kindred spirit.
Bristol doffed her pants. With a wriggle of her hips, her panties followed before she reached for her bra and unhooked it, too. When Jamie prowled toward her, her nipples peaked tight. Her womb clenched. She felt herself getting wet.
Heart pumping, feeling eager, she spread her legs for him, planting her heels wide on the bed. “You’re too slow. Come here so I can touch you.”
A hint of a smile lurked at the corners of his lips. “You’re awfully bossy. Or is that impatience?”
“Would you rather debate what I’m feeling or…” She ran teasing fingers up the insides of her thighs. “Get to the good stuff?”
Jamie paused, as if debating for a moment. Then he dropped all pretense and focused his potent gaze on her. “Good stuff. In fact, let’s see just how good we can make it.”
Before she could say a word, he covered her body, flattening her against the mattress again. Their naked chests pressed together as his face hovered over hers. The heat of his body enveloped her, warming her seemingly from the inside out. He thrust his fingers into her hair as he stared into her eyes. This might be a temporary fling—her first, in fact—but somehow he managed to make her feel special with a single, searing glance.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, unable to look at him without aching for more.
He dipped his head and seized her lips with his own. When he closed his eyes, he broke their visual connection, but his kiss gripped her heart and squeezed. He consumed her mouth as if he was desperate to possess her. The intensity stole Bristol’s breath and robbed her of coherent thought. She’d never felt like the focus of any man’s desire—until now.
Then she stopped thinking altogether because he urged her lips apart with his own and plowed inside, his tongue curling against hers. Their lips mingled. Their breaths entwined. Bristol arched against him. Jamie wrapped his arms around her more tightly.
“You’re so fucking sweet. And small. I don’t want to break you.”
She lifted her hips, rubbing herself against his steely cock. “You’re big.” When he laughed, she had to join him. “I meant that you’re tall and all buff. It’s just…when you’re near I can’t?—”
“Not touch you?”
“Yeah,” she breathed against his lips.
“I know exactly what you mean.”
“This is intense.”
He paused. “Incredibly. It’s…”
“Like nothing you’ve ever felt? Because I’ve never experienced anything this strong. It’s crazy.”
Was that too honest?
Jamie glided a palm down her side, thumbing the edge of her breast, hugging the curve of her waist, before taking her hip in hand. “Neither have I.”
He looked as if that puzzled him.
