Page 38 of Signed With Love

After he walks out of the room, Claire and I are not far behind. Since I’ve got discharge papers, I’m going to get my girl as far away from this damn place as I can. Between her sister’s death, her father’s heart attack, and now me sitting in this bed, I know she’s done with hospitals.

I also dropped a huge bomb on her right after lunch and still haven’t discussed the wedding with her. We’ve been less than a day in my world together, and it’s been a fucking mess. I want to escape back to her world. To hide away from the shitshow my life can be. I knew from the beginning I shouldn’t bring her into my life, but I selfishly did anyway.

Only a few minutes later, we are leaving the hospital in Kodiak and driving back to Casper. I want my bed and to curl up with my girl. I want to hide away and forget the fucking world forever.

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I wake the next morning with her wrapped in my arms. We should skip out on everything today and stay right here. She didn’t sleep well last night, even when I held her. She would jerk awake and look around, then tap on my chest before falling restlessly back into my arms.

As she turns and buries her face in my neck, her lips brushing my skin, I decide we are skipping. She doesn’t like social situations anyway, and I don’t want to leave the bed. I trail a hand along the soft skin of her shoulder, and she takes a breath and rises so she’s hovering above me.

She’s so gorgeous with the way her hair is all wild as the sun shines through the strands that hang around her face.

I lean up and pull her toward me just as her phone flashes from the bedside. I growl, and she laughs as the vibration rolls through my body. She catches the strobe flashing and rolls away to answer the message that comes in.

She jumps up, her eyes wide. We are late, I’m sure, but I don’t care to leave. I lean over and try to pull her sexy ass back to bed. Rather than falling into bed like I planned, she wiggles free, the smile spreading as she shakes her head.

The phone is flipped over, and I’m forced to read Rylee’s text.

Are we still meeting at 9 at Bellamy Salon? I need some major girl time, but I also get if you and Jamison don’t want to go now.

I push the phone aside and go for Claire again. Her playful yet stern look says we aren’t playing, and she turns so all I see is her walking from my room, swaying that sexy ass away from me. As she reaches the door, though, she glances over her shoulder with a twinkle to her eyes. I’m already out of bed to follow her.

No need for words, but her body says it all. We are multitasking this morning. Because fuck, we really are late if we are still going to the wedding. I land a swift smack on her ass when she still hasn’t moved from the doorway, her gaze trained on my body instead.

It’s enough to get her moving toward the shower again, the laughter softening me a bit more as it warms my chest. If we could stay lost in these moments, hidden away from the world, I’m certain we would be okay. It’s all those other moments I’m afraid of. I’ve never been afraid of anything before, but the thought of not having Claire in my life scares the shit out of me.

Thankfully, Claire is great at distracting me. Her hands land on my body the moment we are trapped in the bathroom together. She helps me remove my clothes. So thoughtful. I work to remove the tiny little sleep shorts and tank top she wears. Her body is firm from her time running, but also soft and delicate beneath my fingertips as I grip her ass in my hand.

I drop to my knees before her and start exploring her body again. I work to taste, tease, and caress every inch of exposed skin. My tongue slides across her nipple, the little bud hardening with the movement. I take it in my mouth just as her hands bury themselves in my hair. Her hold is secure and pressing me to continue. A breathy sigh escapes. I give equal attention to both before I work further down her body. Her stomach quivers and her hands grasp the bathroom vanity for support.

She might be worried about falling, but I’ll make sure to catch her, because right now my only focus is to pull more sounds of her losing control. I slip the last material from her body and use my tongue to tease her. That earns me a wicked curse from her. It spurs me on. Fuck, her voice…I can’t get enough of it. It reaches deep into my soul, tugging on something lost and hidden, but also base need and desire.

I increase my pressure as her leg comes up to rest on my shoulder. She’s opening up more, and I get fucking greedy and determined to make her come this way. Her hips jerk and tremble.

“Jamison. Yes.” She hums, her body vibrating, and a loud moan tears from her throat. She’s so responsive, and all I think about after I make her come this way is that I want to be inside her again. I’m never going to get tired of this. She whimpers, and her body shakes with the orgasm and fills my home with her cries.

I rise and turn her around, then push her forward so she’s gripping the countertop. I make sure her hands are holding her up because my next movement is swift and sure as I slam into her. I grip her shoulder and dig my fingertips into her waist as I fuck her hard. She makes me lose it, so hungry to wring another orgasm out of her. I need it.

“Harder, Jamison. I’m yours.”

Fuck. She feels so fucking good wrapped around me. My eyes squeeze shut.

“Please don’t stop.”

And I don’t. I pick up my pace, the sweat trickling down my body. Blinding pleasure sneaks up and overtakes me. I groan as I come hard, her body tightening around me.

I lift her up and turn her to steal her mouth. Thanking her. Embracing her. Savoring her. This kiss is slow and sensual. Her hand slides down my cheek as she pulls away. Her head tilts toward the shower, reminding me of the other tasks we were supposed to be taking care of here.

Chapter Nineteen

Claire

I glance to the left and see Rylee conversing with her stylist about her hair and makeup while finishing up a text message. I showed my stylist a photo a few moments ago, and she got to work. I hate getting my hair done, but Rylee wanted this, and I wanted someone to distract me from the torment of the thoughts that haven’t left since I watched Jamison slip below that ice. I thought I’d lost him, and it was that moment I realized that perhaps I gave him more of myself than I intended.

I never thought I’d start to fall for him.

When Jamison and I are locked away, things seem so simple and perfect. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of our bubble this morning any more than he did. But I agreed to attend something, and I’ll follow through with it. Since Jamison has promised me he fully recovered and is completely fine, we are going to this wedding.

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