Page 109 of Creed
“Yeah, sweetie. It is.”
“Then, we’ll do it.”
Fighting back my tears, I walked over and gave them both a big hug. “I love you very much.”
“Love you, too, Mom.”
“Go get washed up, and I’ll get dinner ready.”
They both turned and disappeared down the hall. I stepped over to Jameson and slipped my arms around his neck. “I’d say that went pretty well.”
“Better than I expected.”
“So, I guess that means we’re moving in.”
“Hell, yeah you are.”
Jameson wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He held my gaze for a moment, then lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me so deeply, so passionately, that my knees nearly buckled beneath me.
When he growled into my mouth, my mind was suddenly filled with wonderfully wicked thoughts. I eased back, breaking the kiss, then reached down and took him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom. Once we were at the foot of the bed, I announced, “The bruises are gone.”
“Is that right?”
“Um-hmm.” His eyes raked over me with a sexy smirk. Damn. I loved that he looked at me like he’d never get enough of me. He removed his cut and draped it over the dresser as I nodded with a smile. “I’m feeling really good. There’s just one thing that would make me feel even better.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Do you know what that might be?”
“I have an idea.” His smirk grew wider. “You sure you’re ready?”
A simple nod was all it took.
As soon as he got the answer he needed, his hands slipped around my waist as he leaned towards me and pressed his lips firmly against mine. The kiss quickly became heated, but that was nothing new. Jameson always knew how to get to me.
I let my fingers trail along the curves of his perfectly defined chest and relished the sensation of having him so close. I felt him smile against my mouth as I reached for the hem of his shirt and eased it up over his head.
My eyes drifted down, slowly roaming over the defined muscles of his chest, and I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. “We’re going to have to be quiet.”
“I can be quiet.”
“I mean it, Jameson. I don’t want to traumatize the children.”
“Then, you best keep your panting and screaming to a minimum.”
“I don’t pant and scream.”
“You do, and I like it.” He began trailing kisses along the crook of my neck. “But we’ll take it easy, or at least, try to.”
A moan of pleasure filled the room as his hands drifted down to my waist, pulling me tightly against his muscular frame. His warm hands slid beneath my tank top and across my bare back, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my entire body. I felt myself being led backwards as his strong hands slid up my waist, pulling the soft cotton fabric over my head.
When the back of my legs touched the edge of the bed, he slowly lowered me down onto the mattress and tossed my shirt to the side. My breath became ragged with anticipation as he slipped off my leggings and tossed them to the floor.
Jameson looked down at me, watching appraisingly as my breasts rose and fell with each heaving breath. “You have no idea how hard it’s been not to touch you. I’ve wanted you so fucking much.”
“I’ve wanted you even more.”
I gasped as his fingertips gripped my thighs and parted my legs to sink between them. When his hands cupped my breasts, I arched into them, as he lowered his head and trailed kisses across my chest. My ragged breaths echoed through the room as his hand slowly slid between my legs.
