Page 64 of Forever Wild

I shrug, finding an episode on the menu. “It’s like comfort food but for my eyes and ears.”

Jameson joins me on the couch, resting his crossed feet on the white oval coffee table and throwing his arm over my shoulders. I snuggle into him, sighing as I rest my arm across his strong stomach.

“This is amazing. I’m glad you’re here.”

He kisses the top of my head, and butterflies take off inside my core. “There’s literally nowhere I’d rather be.”

We sit like that, cuddling, until the end of the episode, when my stomach decides to make its displeasure known. At the rumble that emanates from it, Jameson raises an eyebrow. “Starving?”

“Well, I was promised room service…”

He reaches for the phone. “That you were.” Jameson orders us both cheeseburgers and fries from the hotel’s kitchen, throwing in a milkshake for us both to share as an afterthought. He hangs up, sitting back on the couch, and letting me know it’s going to be about an hour until the food arrives.

“You know what else you owe me?”

He scrunches his brow, thinking. “No. What else do I owe you?”

“A high five,” I say as I rise from the couch, moving to straddle his lap. Kissing him softly, I weave my hands through his hair.

“B,” he groans, breaking the kiss. “I’m going to ask you this one time and then we will move on from it, together, no matter the answer. Are you sure this, now, with me, is what you want?”

I nod, but he reaches out, forcing my chin up so I’m looking in his eyes. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” I swallow hard. “I want this. Now. With you. I haven’t been saving myself for you, just to be clear, but somehow, God, or Zeus, or the Supreme Ruler knew that this—us—was going to be worth the wait.”

A dangerous smile tugs at his lips. “Good.”

Releasing a dark chuckle of my own, I press myself against him, sparks igniting at each point of contact. I can feel the heat emanating from his body against mine and I arch into him, eager for more. He wraps his arms around me, gripping my ass like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

The movement brings us fully together, the size of his arousal apparent. I knew, logically, how big he was since Vegas, but seeing it again? Jesus Christ. This…might hurt. My eyes roll back as his bulge comes in contact with my swollen clit, unable to stop the guttural moan that escapes my lips. He consumes the sound as I roll my hips against the contact of his erection, my mind floating away as my body demands I do it again and again.

“Fuck, B.” He raises his lustful eyes to mine, almost black with need. “I’m trying to go slow over here.”

I blink once, bringing myself back into my body. “Not me.” I disentangle myself from him and stand, pulling my shirt over my head. I nod toward the bedroom, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s about to protest.

“Please?”

With a feral surge, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him. He walks us into the next room, gripping my thighs like I’m the only thing holding him back from going over the edge. Once we are inside, he presses me against the wall, and I arch my back as his hand works the clasp of my bra. When it pops open, I slip my arms out, and he buries his face in my chest.

“I fucking love your tits. They’re perfect.”

My head drops back to the wall as I continue to roll my hips, seeking the contact I so desperately need. He tortures me, taking his time, kissing every inch of my boobs as he pinches and rolls my nipples until I’m on fire. I need him to touch me. To ease the aching need between my legs.

I drop my feet to the ground, reaching forward and pulling his shirt off before attacking his belt buckle like its existence is personally offensive to me.

Pushing my trembling fingers to the side, Jameson undoes his pants with controlled ease, freeing his straining cock. I lick my lips as he throws them on top of my shirt and bra, a move that makes his dick jump in his briefs.

He stalks toward me, his eyes threatening dark things, and I smirk, daring him to fulfill that promise, to fuck me hard and rough.

When he reaches my side, he whispers in my ear, “This time, and this time only, I will be gentle. After that, I will take you up on the offer that smile just made.”

Pulling me to him, he palms my ass, his hands so big, they fit perfectly. He kisses me, his lips a hot brand on my mouth, my jaw, my neck. I groan, my hips seeking the contact that this position denies me.

“Get on the bed, B.”

I nod and practically sprint to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. Jameson, on the other hand, takes his time, devouring me with his eyes as he stands there, too far from the bed for me to reach.

“Good girl.”

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