Chapter 31
Ellie
I
’ve never really believed in seeing fireworks or feeling sparks when you kiss someone. Probably because it’s never really happened to me. But right now? It’s happening with Jamie. I’m feeling all the sparks, seeing all the fireworks, experiencing the butterflies. The way Jamie’s kissing me right now makes me a believer.
How did we get here? Just a few weeks ago I was trying to talk myself out of falling for this man, and now I’m letting him fuck me? What does that say about me? That I’m weak as hell and incredibly naive? Maybe. I don’t even think I care anymore. Right now, kissing Jamie feels like the place I need to be.
His lips are insistent, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth until I open for him. As the kissdeepens, I feel my resistance melting away. One hand moves to my waist and he squeezes gently. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and I’ve officially forgotten why I was even mad in the first place. Jamie breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear.
“Will you let me show you how sorry I am, Sweetheart?”he murmurs, his voice rough.
I nod, even though I should say no. My body says the opposite, and I choose to listen to it. His hands move to the tie on my robe, slowly pulling it so the robe falls open. Since I was already in my pajama’s, I’m not wearing a bra, so my nipples are perfectly visible through my thin tank top. I sit up so Jamie can pull the tank over my head. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, but Jamie’s hands are quick to warm me, sliding down my bare shoulders and landing on my breasts. He plays with each nipple, pinching gently.
“You’re beautiful, Ellie,”he whispers, his eyes dark with desire.“I don’t fucking deserve you.”
My friends would agree with that statement, and I probably should too. But I’ve seen how much he’s changed, they haven’t.
I bite my lip, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.
“I know I’ve said this a million times already, and I sound like a broken record, but I’m sorry, Ellie,” he says, his hands stilling.
I don’t know what possesses me to say it, but I look him directly in the eyes and say, “Prove it.”
Jamie’s eyes widen a bit, shocked by my demand. He doesn’t stay that way for long. His hands move down to the edge of my sleep shorts, and I liftmy hips to help him slide them down, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties. Jamie’s gaze lingers on my body, his appreciation evident in the way his breath hitches.
“Fuck, Ellie,”he groans, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer.“You’re killing me.”
A smile pulls at my lips. Knowing that I have him all riled up turns me on more than it should. Sex with Jamie was always good. I mean, back then we were practically kids and we didn’t exactly know what we were doing. Yet every time with him made me feel wanted. It still does. Even after everything, I still feel wanted by him.
His lips meet mine, kissing me softly before he trails a path of kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he moves lower. His hands go back to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my peaked nipples, and I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Jamie,”I whisper, my voice trembling.
He looks down at me, and I almost cum just from the look in his eyes.
“What do you want, Ellie?”
I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to voice it out loud.
“I’m not going to touch you until you tell me what you want me to do, Sweetheart,” he drawls, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
With a sudden boldness, I tell him exactly what I want.
“I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across his face.“Even if my friends are right downstairs?”
“Yes,” I practically whisper. Jamie leans down closer, whispering in my ear.
“Even if they can hear you moaning my name?” My cheeks flush with heat.“Yes.”
His smirk grows daring, and my pussy clenches. I want him. I want him inside me, I want him on me, and I wanthim, which is extremely hard for me to admit to myself, but I can’t think about that right now.
He reaches for the waistband of his jeans, unfastening them with quick, eager movements. I watch as he pushes them down, his boxers following, revealing his thick, hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight, and something inside me compels me to reach for him, my fingers wrapping around his shaft. I haven’t tasted him yet, and I want to. His hand lands on mine, pulling me off of him.
“Not yet,”he says, his voice hoarse.“I want to taste you first.”
