Page 33 of Nailed at Home Plate

Pulling his signature move yet again, Jamie shoved my body up the wall to cup his hands under my ass before coaxing my legs to hook around his waist. He couldn’t help but cop an appreciative feelof my body as he did so. I needed to be dragged to my bedroom and stripped.Immediately.

“Bedroom?” It was as if Jamie could read my mind.

“Second door on the right.” I managed to mumble against his lips mid-kiss.

Adjusting his hold on me, he pulled us away from the wall. Blindly gaining his footing, he juggled me in his arms as he set foot in the right direction. Despite his earlier sobriety check, maneuvering an arm-full of me made him clumsy.

He took out my thigh with the corner of the entry table before jamming my side into the awkward bar top that stuck out from the half wall in my kitchen. I swore under my breath from the jarring pain but cracked up in laughter. We ended up knocking my one living room chair askew before he finally managed his way into my bedroom with both of us in a fit of laughter. It was amazing to hear him laugh so freely.

“Maybe you aren’t as sober as you thought.” I snickered, jabbing at him playfully for his earlier exploits of maneuvering around blindly.

“It's a lot harder to walk when you have someone hanging onto you like a spider monkey.” Jamie groaned against my bottom lip. His hands adjusted their hold on my hips so he could press his hard bulge right into the junction of my thighs. I couldn’t help the visceral moan out of my mouth as he did so.

“Please tell me you’re not going to quoteTwilightnow.”

I gave him a wicked grin as he tossed me onto the bed with a soft bounce. Jamie huffed out a perturbed laugh as he whipped off his ball cap andshirt in one go. Seeing him shirtless in front of me was as if someone turned my AC unit to the temperature of the fires of hell. The sheer vision of him topless made me woozy.

The sculpted V of his hip bones was like a neon sign pointing straight to the hard lump in his dark wash jeans. I had to move my tongue around the inside of my mouth to stop myself from drooling out of the corner of it. He was only half naked but what a fucking goddamnvision.

His piercing blue eyes undressed me as if he was slowly going over every possible outcome of how this night would progress. If it didn’t end in at least two sessions and a few Os, I was going to be completely ruined by this whole fantasy I already had in my head. The man looked like he enjoyed a challenge.

Kicking my shoes off, I managed to prop myself up on my elbows for a better view before Jamie dove in to meet me. Despite the intensity in his eyes, his hand gently reached out to my face. A tender caress traced along the apple of my cheek. He cupped my jaw and tangled the tips of his fingers in the loose hair behind my ear. His mouth followed only seconds later, capturing my lips in a soul-possessing kiss.

Fuck it. My soul was his.

The man could certifiably pop the seams on a baseball, yet he touched me as if I were a priceless artifact. His touch started out so timid but grew more confident as he eased himself back into this seduction tango that we were both out of practice in. It was almost like getting on a bicycle again after so many years.

My hands shot out, hungry to devour him from my touch alone. He was outstandingly hard, in every sense of the word. There was an approving rumble deep in his chest under my fingertips.

Nudging off his shoes, he crawled up onto the bed as he continued to kiss me. That’s when I heard the jingle of his belt. I wished disintegrating clothing was a thing. Although from the sheer flashover my body had, I was surprised they hadn’t melted off my hot skin already.

Fumbling with the hem of my t-shirt, his hands drifted down to assist. The force with which he tugged off my shirt almost gave me fabric burns on the tip of my nose. But the quick release of air from the man seeing me topless for the first time, made me forget the minor pain that lingered.

Cupping my breast with his hand, he pressed the orb up and almost out of my bra. My head fell back to the mattress with a gasp. I lost my train of thought for a moment.

Typically, by this point, I was uncomfortably self-conscious about what my partner was thinking about me. But not with Jamie. He seemingly couldn’t hold back his unquenchable desire for me. It was literally my sexual fantasies brought to life. That helped me lose myself in the moment for once in my life.

On one side I wanted to strip down immediately and ride the man until tomorrow’s sunrise. But on the other hand, I wanted to take this at a snail’s pace and absorb every damn millisecond. Commit it to my core memories. So, if this wild night was only a one-off, I could get off to it until the day my vagina dried out.Which, at this rate, wasn’t going to be for another millennium.

“Jeezus, fuck, Cadence.” Jamie breathed against my neck as he dipped in for a taste. Not one part of him was timid anymore. He was a breath away from sinking his canines into me, sucking me dry as he sampled the skin along my throat. “Can you stop being irresistible for like five seconds? I’m about to bust another one.”

Especially if he kept saying shit like that.

“Like earlier?” I mumbled out stupidly. How the hell was I capable of making my crush jizz his pants just by our hot-as-fuck make out session? I felt him wince.

“I was really hoping you didn’t notice. I promise I can last longer than a few seconds.” His other hand joined in to massage and mold my breasts. Jamie groaned as he stole a few kisses along the edge of my bra. “Although at this rate, it's going to be impossible with you. You’ve been driving me crazy from day one.”

He gasped against the damp skin of my throat as his hands went on a possessive rampage up and down my curves. My brain flatlined with that admission. “At first, I thought it was just a pissed-off crazy. Turns out…” His mouth recaptured mine. This was the most spark I’d seen in his eyes since before his surgery. “I really just needed to fucking kiss you. Because fucking damn… Kissing you feels like the whole world makes sense now.”

My arms tangled around his neck, pulling him firmly against me. His body felt like the sun, and I wanted nothing more than to burst into flames because of him. With me being this all out of sortsand flustered, there was no help for what spewed from my mouth.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you? In this very bed?” I gasped out in between kisses. The words left me without going through the proper filter channels. This was the only time my word vomit had been acceptable. We were sharing inner secrets and all. Jamie suddenly stopped moving and let out a groan of utter frustration.

“You do remember I’m tryingreallyfucking hard not to cum as it is, right?” Who would have thought that I’d have to get the gruff man into bed for him to open up and have a conversation with? Although classifying it as a conversation was a stretch.

“I should say I’m sorry…but I’m really not.” After that warning, I was almost afraid to touch him. But I needed to see what was under the rest of his clothes. Although if I didn’t give him a breather, it would be a damn shame to have another orgasm go to waste in his pants.

“Oh, I’m not either. This should be fun for both of us.” Jamie shot me a rakish grin as he fumbled with my bra clasp. “Hopefully I don’t disappoint. It's…been a while.” He sheepishly admitted.

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