Page 66 of Unmasking You

I let him go, but it’s not enough, so I use our linked hands to pull him closer to my side again and lean in to kiss him. I love how he opens up for me, and how red his face goes.

I turn around, open the door, and pull Jamie inside behind me. Then I do the same thing I did when we entered the flat and I push him against the door.

I frame his face in between my hands, angle his head for better access, and then I take his lips in a demanding kiss, hoping it’ll express how much I want him right now. How much I need him in my life.

Jamie’s hands come up to grip my wrists, as if he needs an anchor in the storm our passion for each other is creating. His touch, as usual, enhances my need for him, and I deepen the kiss, wanting everything he has to give.

When he’s moaning and panting hard, I let go of his lips. Sliding towards his cheek, I stop for a moment to kiss the corner of his mouth, reluctant to let go. I move across his jaw, leaving a trail of licks and kisses, and enjoying the scrape of my tongue against Jamie’s stubble. I continue this path until I reach his ear, and I gently nip at his lobe, making him arch against me and whimper in pleasure.

I love how responsive he is to everything I do to him.

“Shane…” he breathes out, and my heart rate goes from fifty to a hundred in a second.

I’ve never loved my name as much as I do when it falls from his lips.

“I need to touch you,” I growl against Jamie’s ear. I love how his body shudders, and I love the little sounds of pleasure he lets out.

I move away slightly to pull my shirt over my head, because right now I need skin-on-skin contact with Jamie. Once I’m done with mine, I turn to Jamie, who has his eyes glued to my exposed body. The way they roam my chest and my arms, and the way his tongue peeks out, tells me how much he likes what he sees.

I’ve never been interested in how my body looks, but now I’m glad for the time I’ve spent at the gym.

I take my time to unbutton his shirt and kiss every part of his skin I reveal. Once I’m done I peel it open, loving what I’m seeing.

“You’re beautiful, baby.” Jamie’s skin is pale and soft to the touch.

“You are handsome,” he says while placing his hands on my shoulders, and sliding them down to touch my biceps.

I push the two sides of his shirt out of the way and plant a kiss on his clavicle, and then I follow an imaginary trail down to his nipple.

I lick there, and when Jamie trembles and pushes his chest up, I suck it inside my mouth until it’s hard and wet and Jamie is humping my leg.

“Oh, God…” Jamie whimpers, pushing me to take and give more.

I let the little nub go and bestow the same treatment on the other, and I’m in heaven when Jamie takes my head in between his hands and pushes me close, wanting more. I’m more than willing to please him, and I increase my effort to bring him pleasure.

“Shane…”

“Yes, baby.” I soothe him, after letting go of my treasure.

“I need more,” he whines, and my cock nearly breaks through my zipper at the want in his voice.

I push his shirt off as slowly as my need for him allows me. I kiss every inch of skin I discover and love every single shiver going through Jamie’s body. I let go of his shirt only after I drive it over his shoulders, so that his chest is now completely exposed to my gaze.

I kiss and lick my way back to the centre and then find the hollow of his neck. I suck that sensible area, enjoying the body shiver taking over Jamie. I love the way he throws his head back to give me the space I need to explore.

There’s nothing more exciting than Jamie trusting me.

I return to his mouth to steal another kiss, never satiated by his sweetness. Again, Jamie opens up as soon as our lips touch. I slide my fingers down, caressing his sides until I reach the hem of his trousers, then slide my fingers to his front until I find the button.

I play with it without pulling it open, and when Jamie thrusts his hips as if searching for my touch, I’m more than happy to oblige. I move my fingers until they touch his erection straining against the zipper. Jamie’s breath accelerates, sounding like a plane taking off the ground. That’s where I want him to be.

I want him soaring into the sky, free from the burdens of past memories.

I want him happy, free and utterly mine.

When Jamie’s legs give out under the insistence of my touch, I pull away.

“Baby, let’s move to the bed,” I whisper in his ear after releasing his mouth.

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