Page 86 of Embracing the Change

He turned his head and kissed my palm.

I really, very much, and very deeply, and very delightfully loved this man.

He looked back at me.

He then kept teasing, “You sound like a wanton hussy.”

I gasped in (false) affront.

“It’s exquisitely hot,” he went on. “When you climaxed in my mouth, I thought I was going to come all over your satin comforter.”

“Don’t be vulgar, Jameson,” I admonished. I then educated, “And the comforter is the fluffy one, folded at the end. Under us is a coverlet.”

He grinned, white and wide, and muttered, “Right.”

“You’re not going to remember that, are you?”

“No, and not only because I don’t care what it’s called, but because you’ll be there to remind me.”

Oh dear.

I had to stop myself from crying again.

He slid out but immediately glided his hand over my hip and in between us to cup me tenderly.

Oh, wow.

What a lovely thing to do.

“Jamie,” I whispered.

“You okay here?” he whispered back.

“Yes,” I told him.

“I went hard.”

“I know, I was there. And if you’ll remember, I asked for that.”

His lips curved. “Totally a wanton hussy.”

I turned my head away to pretend he was annoying me.

“Nora,” he called.

I turned my head back.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Oh no!

The tears came before I could even begin to try to stop them.

Jamie rolled us to our sides and held me close as I wept into his throat.

Abruptly, his arms tightened, and he ground out, “Fuck, I’m such a goddamned idiot for putting you through what I did.”

My tears stuttered to a halt as I pulled my face out of his throat to look up at him.

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