“Yep.”
He grins. “Alright,” he says, lifting his hands in surrender. “No scream, no emergency. Good to know.”
He turns to leave, then pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.
“But if youdoscream,” he adds, smirk firmly back in place, “I’ll come running.”
“Please don’t,” I shoot back.
His grin widens. “No promises.”
When he’s finally down the hall and tucked away in his room, I shut my door behind me and slowly fall to the floor. What the actual hell just happened? Was he being flirty? Of course he was, Ellie. You were in a towel in front of him.
How did I not realize I was still in a freaking towel? I’m never going to live that down. He is never going to let me forget this.
After quickly getting dressed and ready for bed, I lie down and wait for sleep to overtake me.
I’m half asleep when I hear another soft knock on my door. What the hell is it now? Before I can get up, my door slowly creaks open and Jamie slips in. The room is so dark, I can barely make him out, but I can feel the mattress sink as he sits next to me.
“What are you doing? Get out of here!” I tell him, but he doesn’t move. He just sits there; his gaze locked on mine.
“Ellie…” he rasps, almost like he’s in pain. Like he can’t control himself. My heart hammers in my chest and the room spins as his body heat radiates into me. The smell of his soap and shampoo overtake my senses as he leans down, his face coming into focus.
“Jamie… what are you—” he stops my question, smashing his lips against mine and my body feels like it’s on fire. All of my nerve endings are firing, and it feels like an electric current is surging through me. Holy hell. Jamie Patterson is kissing me.
Why is Jamie Patterson kissing me? And why the hell do I not want him to stop?
Chapter 14
Ellie
T
he kiss is a total shock to my system, a jolt of electricity that melts my annoyance into something hotter, something needier. I’m kissing him back. I don’t even try to push him away. I let him melt into me, and I don’t know why. Probably because I haven’t felt something this good in years.
Jamie’s hands grip my waist, pulling me closer, and I can feel the hard line of his body against mine. His chest is warm, and his muscles taut beneath my fingertips. He deepens the kiss, his tongue demanding entry, his breath hot against my mouth.
A moan escapes me, my hands tangling in his brown hair in an attempt to pull him closer. It’s been so long, yet it feels like no time has passed at all.His kiss is familiar, yet different. It’s hungrier, more grown up. Like he’s confident in himself and what he’s doing. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I arch into him subconsciously, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples hardening at the mere brush of his lips.
Jamie reaches under my shirt and cups my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple. I inhale sharply, my head falling back.
“Jamie,”I whisper, my voice thick with need. God, what has gotten into me? Why am I allowing this?
His smirk is visible even in the dim light, his blue eyes dark with desire. He pushes me back onto the bed, his hands moving lower, slipping into my sleep shorts. His fingers lightly brush the edge of my panties, and I shiver, my body already responding to his touch. Tell him to leave, Ellie. Tell him to get the hell out of your room and never speak of this again.
Except, I don’t do that. Instead, I let him move his hand further down until he’s cupping me. I’m so wet, and my pussy is throbbing for him like the desperate whore she is. Bad, bad idea Ellie.
He hooks his fingers into the lace, pulling my panties down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’ve missed this,”he growls, his voice rough and raw with longing. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, his lips warm against my skin. I squirm, but my legs fall open as he teases me with his lips, his breath ghosting over my clit.
“Jamie, please,”I practically beg, my hands gripping the sheets. Jamie chuckles, a dark, dirtysound, before his mouth closes over my clit, his tongue flicking, sucking, and driving me wild.
I can’t help the cry that leaves my lips as my hips buck against his face shamelessly. He eats me out, his fingers digging into my thighs. His tongue is relentless, his mouth devours me, and I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my core. I’m so close, I can feel the heat in my cheeks burn. But instead of bringing me there, Jamie pulls away, his throbbing cock pressing against my thigh.
“Not yet,”he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. His voice sends a shiver down my spine as a mix of frustration and anticipation begin to make their way through me. Why on earth would he stop?
He positions himself at my entrance, his tip teasing my wetness. Peering up at me, he waits until I nod before sliding inside me in one slow, deliberate thrust. I moan so loudly, I’m glad no one else lives here because they definitely would have heard me. My nails dig into his back as he fills me. His cock stretches me, fitting perfectly after all these years. He begins to move, his hips snapping, his dick pounding into me, relentless and primal and I meet him thrust for thrust, my walls clenching around him. My breath comes in ragged gasps.
