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EVIE

When we get to Jamie’s, he pulls off my hat and tosses it on a bench, then unzips my jacket slowly sliding it down my arms. It joins my hat, then he’s reaching for me. His hands cup my face as he plants a soft kiss on my lips. Breathing my name, he sighs, “Evie, God, I’ve missed you.” Jamie crushes me against his chest, and I cling to him as he peppers kisses across my brow, my eyelids, my nose, his stubble rough against my cheek. The sound of Huxley scratching at the door to get back in, interrupts us and I want to cling to him as he breaks away. I feel robbed… deprived. It’s overwhelming how much I want him.

He returns, shrugging off his coat, his ridiculously broad shoulders and pecs outlined through the thin sweater that hugs his beautiful body. After flinging his coat next to mine, he clasps my hand and leads me to the living room. “Can I get you anything to drink? Beer, glass of wine?”

I cock my head, caught off guard by the question. It’s the weird little things that throw me. “You drink wine?”

“I’m quite refined these days. Haven’t you noticed?”

“Tell me it’s not in a box, and I’ll pick wine.”

“What do you have against boxed wine?”

“Puleeze! Call me a snob, I don’t care. Wine is the one thing I’m picky about.”

“Phew. What a relief there is only one.”

I glint at him. “Ha ha.”

“Red or white?”

“I’m in the mood for red.”

“Sit your sumptuous self on the couch and I’ll light a fire then grab the wine.” I watch him until Huxley plunks his head in my lap, drawing my attention. I stroke him behind his soft ears as he stares soulfully up at me. “Handsome boy,” I coo.

Jamie returns with the wine and shakes his head in disgust at Huxley. “Opportunist,” he mutters. “I’m jealous of my damn dog. Hux, don’t be a pest,” he grouses.

“He’s not a pest, are you Huxley?” I murmur. He nudges my hand for more and I laugh.

“See?” Jamie gloats. He turns on some soft jazz, then bends down to grab a ball, tossing it across the room. “Go get it boy.” Hux practically flies without touching the ground. Jamie quickly plunks down next to me and stretches out resting his head on my lap. “That’s more like it.”

“You’re such a kid,” I say, brushing his hair back from his brow.

He grins at me. “I’m all man.” His gaze sweeps my face, eyes darkening with need and my body responds as fast as a cosmic ray. He tugs my head down for a kiss. Closing my eyes, I savor his strong hand splaying through my hair, his fingers tangling as his mouth engulfs mine.

I need to be even closer. I swear I could crawl under his skin, and it wouldn’t be close enough. I slip my hand under his sweater and glide over his hard delicious six pack abs. Dragging my fingertips through the soft hair on his chest I skim down to his happy trail. He smells like the outdoors, all male. His ruggedness makes me feel soft and delicate… and needy. I’d forgotten how sensual raw masculinity is, and what it’s like to be consumed by insatiable hunger. It’s almost painful. I release a shaky breath.

A tidal wave of pleasure swallows me when his large hands span my waist. I am greedy and want him to take me… need him to dominate until we’re both used up and exhausted. He shudders and I smile against his lips.Good. He wants it as much as I do.He sits up long enough to hook his arm under my knees and reposition us so we’re lying down with him on his side next to me. His hands explore my body, skillful and confident, rough against my soft skin. God help me, he feels so familiar.

“Evie,” he groans, voice raspy. My senses are on overload, the past and present colliding. Memories compete with the moment. The past echoes through me… I remember everything, the sounds of our ragged breath, the smell of leather, the texture of his skin beneath my hands, his gentle touch, our first time.

On a hot summer night, we’d parked his truck alongside the lake, under the moon and the stars and the cricket’s serenade, we’d made love. We hadn’t planned it but all the pent-up longing and fooling around, only taking it so far, had us both delirious with need. I remember how gentle Jamie had been… so worried he’d hurt me our first time. We’d explored with our hands, our lips, our tongues, marveling at the intensity of our desire. I remember the press of his cock against my bottom, his low husky voice in my ear, his breath stirring my hair. It was raw and innocent... when he’d entered me there was only us… wild, primal and uninhibited.

His rough hand reaching under my sweater brings me back to the moment…Jamie. He’s really here… touching me, kissing me. He hitches up my top, exposing my belly. Leaning down he brushes soft kisses all over my tummy. His breath caresses my skin as his fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. I am drowning in need. I feel his rock-hard cock pressed against me and I whimper. My fingers tangle in his hair as he sweeps lower, nuzzling between my thighs. The way his hot mouth feels through my silk panties has me panting and thrusting against him.

When he tugs my jeans down, I lift my hips and he smoothly slides them off. His fingers find the elastic of my panties, slipping under the silk he drags them slowly down my thighs. Reaching between my legs he explores my wet center and pushes his finger inside. I see stars. My tightness contracts around him as he inserts a second finger.

“You’re so wet, so tight,” he murmurs huskily against my throat as he pushes in deeper. “Do you like this?” I pant his name, tugging at his hair and riding his fingers. When he withdraws, I groan in frustration. He crawls back up, hovering over me. Leaning his weight on his forearms, breath labored, he asks, “Evie, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, yes!” I say breathlessly, then blurt out, “We’re safe… I mean, I’m protected.”

“Ah. We’re good then, yeah?” He is so aroused it feels like a steel rod pressing against me. I reach between us and slip my hand under the waistband of his jeans then inside his briefs. I wrap my fingers around his erection. His sizeable cock is rock hard and feels like silk against my palm. I stroke him, rubbing my thumb over his wet tip. With a growl he kneels, lifts my sweater over my head, and tosses it to the floor. The bra follows and his eyes devour me, burning a scorching path over my breasts. I feel desirable, alluring… beautiful even, and insatiable.

He pulls off his own sweater, wickedly sexy as his muscles ripple with each movement. The cut of his triceps and pecs as they flex make my belly flutter. I run my palms up his body flicking my thumbs over his nipples. He squints down at me, biting his bottom lip. “Oh Evie. I’ve dreamed about this moment a thousand times.” He leans down, burying his face against my neck then assails me with open mouth kisses against my throat. His soft chest hair brushes against my bare breasts and I shudder.

He lifts his head, eyes glazed over with desire. “Evie, where have you been?” he whispers.

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