Page 83 of Embracing the Change

I took his hand.

At that, his eyes warmed.

And I guided him to my bedroom.

Alyona had left the lights on at the nightstands.

I led Jamie to one, put my martini glass on it, took his drink and set it beside mine.

My heart hammering, my legs feeling like jelly, I took him in, wearing his dandelion yellow, polo necked, long-sleeved, lightweight sweater and off-white trousers. Drinking it all in all at once. His careless but sophisticated style. His height. The breadth of his shoulders. His elegant clothing woefully inadequate at disguising his rugged masculinity. All of that, for the first glorious time, invading the ultra-feminine whites, creams, golds and powder blues of my bedroom.

All of it making my belly flutter and areas south grow wet.

I felt like a sixteen-year-old girl who’d caught the attention of her greatest crush.

And it was a beautiful feeling.

“I love you,” I whispered.

In an instant, his eyes dilated fully.

Then he was kissing me.

Straightaway, I discovered our first wasn’t a fluke. It wasn’t two adults who had been starved for touch finally getting what they’d been craving and taking advantage of that fact.

Oh no.

It wasn’t.

It was about two people deeply in love who’d denied themselves and each other the intimacy they needed to seal the silken steel bonds they’d been creating.

Jamie’s arms closed tight around me, his tongue swept into my mouth, and he fed, not like a man famished, but like a king claiming a feast as his due.

It was so Jamie.

It was also delicious.

I clutched him to me, sliding my fingers into his soft hair, and he leaned into me until we were falling back to the bed.

His weight hit mine, and taking it, I caught fire.

Quite simply, from that point on, my actions were no longer my own.

They were a craven need to have him, all of him.

A need I couldn’t, and didn’t, deny.

I touched him, stroked him, pulled desperately at his clothes.

He arched away to yank off the polo.

Confronted by his wide, furred chest that was now mine to do with as I wished, I went right in to taste his corded throat, trail my lips along his bulging pectoral.

As I did, Jamie worked at my blouse. He then rolled to his back, taking me on top, and sat us both up, me straddling him. It was then the heady sensations of want and triumph assailed me at feeling his hardness strain against me through his trousers.

He pulled the blouse down my shoulders and tossed it away, right before he went in, his lips closing over silk around the tight nub of my nipple…

And drawing deep.

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