Page 115 of Splintered Hearts

“I fell asleep after you did. I should be more careful. The angle was weird.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Worth it.” I draw quietly, trying so hard not to laugh at mycreation. “I’m done. Let me see your phone.” Taking a picture, I hand it to him with a proud grin.

“Are you serious?” Jamie shakes his head, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Your very own rainbow-glitter cock.” The tiny cartoon penis sits happily on his chest. It’s short and fat with a golden shaft and rainbow head. To top it off I, gave him a little smiley face. It’s ridiculous. “Yours is better, though.”

“I love it.” Jamie’s eyes grow heavier on me but I’m not ready to be done with this. Not with his warm body under mine.

I cup his chin, not able to stop myself inspecting his gorgeous face like I need to commit it to memory. Brushing a thumb over his sharp cheekbones, I smile, inspecting the eyebrow with its silver bar. Another freckle on the side of his nose. His red lips that kissed the common sense right out of me. I love the way his eyes change from a deep brown to nearly onyx depending on how spicy his mood is. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

Jamie licks his lips in answer, leaning in. His hands send shivers up my thighs as he tugs me gently forward. My brain shuts down. Oh my god. These soft fucking lips. Jamie kisses with his whole body. Unable to resist, I slip my tongue along the seam of his lips, moaning as Jamie let’s me in.

I come alive, feeling the kiss everywhere—in my fingers, my toes, at the base of my spine, in my balls. The kiss undoes and remakes me. This. This right here. This is what all my books have been talking about. While the kiss is amazing, Jamie’s soft grip starts to tighten, his movements growing more frantic. “Calm down.” I laugh against his lips. “You need to behave. I just wanted to kiss you.”

“Then fucking kiss me,” he growls, grabbing my ass in his hands.

“Tell your cock to behave.”

“It’s the heating pad.” He sucks a kiss into my neck. “It feels sofucking good.”

“Sure. The heating pad. Not the hot piece of ass you’re currently fondling.”

“You know, you’re kind of full of yourself.” I grin, yanking his jaw back to me as he dives into my throat. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Oh, this man. I lean in to kiss him, bypassing that filthy mouth to whisper in his ear. “Then fucking make me.”

His cock jerks. Instead of kissing his mouth, I kiss the column of his throat then the dip of his collarbone. Impatient, Jamie laces his fingers around my neck. With his other hand he takes his forefinger and thumb, gripping my chin. “Kiss me.” Leaving no room for debate, his lips crash over mine. I moan. Slow and sweet. I lose track of time. It’s brutal, caressing every inch of my skin. It takes everything not to grind against him.

Hiding my arousal works for five seconds exactly as Jamie’s palm slips into my pants, stroking my cock. I whimper, breaking away from his lips.

While this is amazing—feels amazing—I have to stop it. The thought of Jamie doing something with anyone else makes my skin crawl. I have no right to this possessive feeling, but I can’t let it go. “Wait... wait.” I pull away, trying so hard not to give in to the wild look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Nerves chew at my stomach but I have to know. “I want to ask you something, but I’m afraid.” Of his reaction, and his answer.

“Okay . . .”

“When you hurt yourself a couple of weeks ago. Were you—” I hate this. “We’re you with someone?”

Jamie cocks his head, his eyes narrowing on me. “What?”

“How you got hurt. Sometimes you say you overdo it. How did you hurt yourself? You told me that sometimes when you hook up, you do too much or... I mean, fuck... I just...”

Jamie cups my face, holding me steady in his hands.“Breathe.” He watches me as I give in, taking a breath. Then another. “Listen to me, right now.” I wait, my face still in his hands. “I am not seeing anyone else, and if I was I would definitely tell you.”

“It’s not my business.”

“If I’m messing around with you, it’s your health; it is your business. I’m not seeing anyone else, though. I promise.” Jamie swallows, and the look in his eyes unnerves me but I can’t look away.

“Then how did you hurt yourself?”

Jamie sighs, letting me go. “I wanted it to be a surprise. It’s not finished yet.” He taps my thighs and I take the hint, getting off his lap. “Come on.” I take his hand as he holds it out behind him and leads me to the attic. Climbing the stairs, I patiently wait as he struggles a bit. “It’s almost done but I tried moving it and twisted something. I was up here when Xavi came over. I couldn’t move and he helped me down.”

He moves aside and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. On a drop cloth is a black bookshelf. Alone, it’s nice. It’s a great size and looks well made. That’s not what makes it impressive, though.

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