Page 57 of Splintered Hearts

“Oh, well . . . I don’t have any.”

Jamie eyes me. “Well, I would lend you mine but you don’t like charity.”

Check one for Jamie.

“I may have overreacted.”

“May have?”

“Did. I did overreact, but I’m serious. I don’t want you to help me. I can pay my own way. I can figure it out. I don’t want to burden you any more than I already have.”

Jamie reaches for the body wash next to me, water pelting his sopping wet T-shirt. Why doesn’t he just strip down? It’s not like I haven’t already seen his dick. “Why would you think you’re a burden? I asked you to move in. I need a roommate”

“I’m sorry, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

“I understand. Truce?”

“Truce.” A tiny weight lifts from me.

“Washcloth.”

“What?”

“Give me the washcloth.”

“Oh . . . I forgot to grab one.”

“Is this your first time taking a shower?” His brow cocks. “Didthe maids do that for you as well?”

“Prick.” Another check for Jamie.

“Here.”

“Here, what?”

“Here, wash yourself.”

“But...” Pouting, I whine. “I’m too tired from moving.” Jamie shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, for some reason.

Slowly opening his gorgeous bright eyes, they narrow into a hard glare on me, and after he squeezes a generous amount of body wash into his hands, I slowly grab it from him and set it down. “Be thorough,” I say, winking, and Jamie purses his lips. His large hands land on my chest, soaping me up.

Moaning softly, I close my eyes.

“Can you calm the fuck down?” He laughs, and I feel his hands across my chest before they run down my body. Jamie finishes soaping up my abs, noticeably avoiding my hardening cock. Putting his hands up when done, his dark eyes graze my skin.

Turning suddenly, my ass grazes Jamie’s boxers. A slight groan leaves his lips and I step back a bit. Jamie’s hands freeze before sliding over my abs. Heat pools in my belly.

“You have a nice body.” Jamie steps forward, bringing our bodies even closer as his hands smooth over my skin. I let him play, exploring my body with his curious hands before they travel back, pausing before my ass. Craning my neck, I look up and see the heat in his eyes. “Go ahead. You can touch me.”

With those words Jamie’s fingers slip down, squeezing and massaging my ass. “Soap.” The husky word makes me shiver. Bending over slowly, I smile at the soft noise Jamie makes, and when I look over my shoulder his eyes are on my ass. Grabbing the bottle, I hold it out as Jamie takes some in his hand. Water drips from his black hair and his clothes are sucked to his body.

Taking the body wash, Jamie’s arms circle my waist, smoothing over the flat of my stomach and down to grab mydick. Pleasure zings up my spine, making my balls tingle. The touch is hesitant, testing, but so damn good.

Jamie tentatively gives me a slow stroke. “Just how you like it.” As if something clicks in his mind he starts to stroke me slowly. “This... feels weird.” What? I look up at him, confused. “Not weird, sorry. Different... but good. So good. I like touching you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Moaning softly, Jamie starts to work me slowly. Pressure builds in my belly as he teases my head with his thumb, spreading precum over my cockhead. I feel a kiss land on my neck and I tremble. Turning my head slightly, the sight nearly takes my breath away. Jamie’s dark eyes glitter. There’s so much emotion in them. My eyes flick to his full lips, remembering how they taste. “Feel good?”

“Incredible.” Jamie leans down, slanting his mouth on mine and picking up speed. My balls tighten. Fuck, I’m going to come. This man’s slowly killing me. “I’m close.” Jamie grinds against my ass, freezing when his thick erection rubs between my cheeks. “Sorry... Fuck, sorry I—”

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