Page 47 of Mom-Com
He came closer, laying his head on my stomach and pulling me into a hug. His head turned into me and his lips plucked at my skin, no doubt leaving marks I’d treasure tomorrow. Then he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the opposite wall, spinning until he pinned me there.
“Birth control?” he murmured between kisses.
“Yes.”
Then he lowered me down, slamming into me in one stroke.
I gasped from the intrusion. There was so much to take in. And it had been so long.
“Goddammit. I’m sorry.” His face was twisted into a grimace, his eyes squeezed tight.
“You didn’t hurt me. Just surprised,” I managed to reply.
“Mhmm...” He began to move, his hips pinning me against the wall while his mouth found its way down my neck.
I tried to hang on, but there wasn’t much need for it. Jameson was in control and he had no chance of letting me go. He moved me where he wanted me, tilting my hips with his big hands, setting the pace. I was simply along for the ride.
And ride I did, right to the end when an orgasm was so front and center it was the only thing I knew, the only thing I saw. It consumed me, freezing my limbs locked around Jameson. His name stumbled past my lips, a new chant I never wanted to stop saying.
I chased the light until the room came back to me. Jameson’s hand pulled my head back down so I was looking at him. “I need to see you, beautiful.” He plunged back in once, twice, then on the third, he trembled. His mouth opened like he was going to say something, but no sound came out. His gray eyes clouded over and I watched it all with a front row seat, a heady feeling knowing I’d made this big man weak as a puppy.
Long moments later, when our breathing was under control, I couldn’t stop touching him. I wanted my hands on every muscle all at once, so I petted him like the obsessed woman I was.
He finally chuckled. “Figured we needed to finish what we started the other day. The wall was good to us.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. “Agreed, and I didn’t slide down this time.”
“There’s still time for that,” he teased me.
“Ha-ha. You’ve got me, right?”
He turned serious in a heartbeat, gaze burrowing into mine. “I’ve always got you, Lily-Marie.”
Ah, shit, there went my heart, squeezing and sighing in my chest. “I know you do.” I was so happy I thought I’d burst. “I think you found a fifty-first way to find a wife. Order her around in the bedroom.”
He threw his head back and laughed. I wanted to make him do that every day. “Are you asking me to marry you, Ms. Masters?”
I swatted his arms of steel. “Oh you shush, that’s not what I meant.”
He kept laughing, sliding out of me and helping me to my feet. “Yeah, I know, but teasing you makes your cheeks pink and that’s one of my favorite things about you.”
I felt thoroughly ravished, yet here we were, teasing each other while still naked, his release sliding down my inner thighs. “I thought my pink underwear was your favorite thing?”
He smacked me on my bare ass as he walked to the bed, pulling back the covers. “I have about a thousand things about you that are my favorites. Get in bed and I’ll take your heels off.”
Oh, the ordering around was back and damn if I didn’t jump to do his bidding. He made quick work of my shoes and pulled me into him.
He gave me a smug smile as we snuggled under the covers. “See? Another one of my favorite things. You do as I say.”
I trailed my hand down his six-pack, then lower, finding him delightfully hard again. “Only when you use that voice.”
And then he proceeded to use that voice all night long.
20
Jameson
Sun was already filtering through Lily-Marie’s blinds by the time I woke the next morning. Her scent, that hint of lemon and something else I couldn’t place, surrounded me like an onshore fog as I lay in her bed. Memories of last night filled my brain, making me happier than I’d ever been.
