Drugging desire burned through her bloodstream even as something warm tugged at her heart. Shouldn’t she have felt this and more with the guy she’d once hoped to marry? Since she hadn’t, she should probably be happy that he’d chosen her sister? And why the hell was she wasting time or brain cells on anyone but Jamie right now? What they had was temporary, so she needed to stop dwelling on her feelings and start focusing on the pleasure.
Bristol let her lashes flutter to her cheeks before she kissed her way up the strong column of his neck. When he groaned at the drag of her lips, she nipped at his ear and traced her fingertips down his spine. He braced both hands on her hips and started rocking his erection against her.
“Yes.” She urged him on with a gasp, digging her fingers into his steely shoulders.
He captured her lips again, focused and intent, as if nothing was more important than lavishing attention on her mouth with one frenzied kiss after another. Bristol drowned in his taste, let her head get dizzy with his scent. The ache between her thighs turned sharp and sweet. In that moment, she was pretty sure only he could sate it.
Then he worked his way down her body, leading with his mouth, worshipping her skin as he kissed a path down her throat and over her collarbones before he zeroed in on her breasts. He paused, his hot exhalations cascading over her nipples. They tightened even more. Desperation crept through her. Her ache turned urgent.
“Touch me,” Bristol pleaded.
He skimmed his knuckles across one turgid peak. Sensation pinged through her body, reverberating down to her toes. She gasped.
“God, Bristol…” He laved one of the peaks with his clever tongue. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You were made for this.”
Then Jamie sucked one hard bead in his mouth, pulling it deep. She hissed at the sensation and tore off his skullcap. She’d hoped to sink her fingers into his hair and bring him closer. Instead, the dark buzz hugged his scalp and made the angular hollows of his face even more pronounced. He was all male. Another shiver of anticipation rolled through her.
He stared down at her as if he waited for something, some sort of reaction. When the moment passed in silence, he bent his head and took her other nipple in his mouth, giving this one a sweetly harsh tug, too.
Then he shifted his weight onto the bed, angling himself against the side of her body so he could smooth a palm down her stomach. Bristol held her breath, her heart tripping as he curled his hand around her pussy, fingers delving through her slick folds. He teased her clit. Every nerve and cell in her body was already screaming for more. Jamie could have no doubt that she wanted him bad.
“You’re wet.” His voice had gone deeper, huskier.
“I’m ready,” she choked out, spreading her legs for him.
Maybe she should be more modest or wait for him to make the next move, but that was the old her. The her who let herself be misled and jilted. The woman who’d emerged from those ashes demanded what she wanted without apology.
He thumbed her clit a few times, then dragged the digit through her moisture. She moaned, her mouth gaping open at the need that one mere touch sent through her body. Another few seconds and she’d probably go over the edge. Please, yes…
“Next time, I’m going to take you slowly and savor every bit of you. Right now, you feel so damn good. I can’t wait.” He bounced off the bed, then prowled to his jeans, pulling a condom free. He rolled it on virtually one-handed and frighteningly fast.
Clearly, he’d done this a lot.
Bristol felt a moment’s trepidation, then stopped herself. They weren’t having a relationship, merely a hookup. It didn’t matter if he was a well-practiced manwhore. The only thing she should care about was pleasure.
She smiled at him. “I can’t, either.”
Jamie climbed back on the bed, settling his knee between her legs as he pushed her flat again. “Can you take it hard? Fast? I’m not going to be happy until you’re screaming for me.”
“Stop talking and start living up to your big words.”
His cock jerked. Then he settled his body between her legs and gripped her hips, swiping his swollen crest across her aching opening before he shoved forward. Hard.
His first few inches stretched her. A sweet sting flooded her veins with drugging need. She surged up to him, tossing her head back with a moan.
He gripped her tighter as he eased back, then pushed in again, this time going deeper as his voice turned even lower, raspier. “Oh…fuck.”
Was he already coming apart, just like her?
“More,” she gasped out. “Now.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Right fucking now.”
Jamie delivered, withdrawing so slowly she nearly whined before he plunged in once more, shoving his way deeper still inside her, inciting a riot of tingles and nearly making her beg. He rubbed against her most sensitive spots, generating a delicious friction that had her biting her lip and tightening her thighs around him. He repeated the process, filling her even more completely. She grabbed at his shoulders, frantic to hang on as he took her shockingly close to the edge.
Over and over, he dragged his hard flesh over her screaming nerves. Her heartbeat resounded in her ears. Bristol didn’t care if she ever took a deep breath again. The feel of his hands on her body, of his cock working back into her would keep her more than happy.
“You’re so tight. So…made for me right now. Take more.” His voice deepened with dark command.
