Page 79 of Mine to Keep

Jamison lifted her out of the hot tub and set her feet gently on the patio. He wrapped a towel around her body. With careful attention to detail, he dried her exposed skin before doing the same to himself. He took the baby monitor in one hand and pressed his other one to the small of her back, guiding her to the master bedroom.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he said.

She smiled. It was hard not to. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He toyed with the straps on her bathing suit. He pushed the one strap off her shoulder. And then the right.

She resisted the urge to cover her exposed breasts with her hands as he lowered her suit to her midriff.

He dabbled her body with sweet kisses, not letting even an inch of her skin go without attention until she stood before him, completely exposed. He traced a path with his index finger from her chin, down the center of her chest, around her puckered nipples, then circled her belly button and continued lower and lower.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed every sensation.

He laid her on the bed and continued spoiling her with tender touches. Her body responded in earnest. Needing to feel more of him, she reached for his suit, curling her fingers in the elastic waist.

It had been a long time since she’d considered touching a man without being forced to, and her hand shook.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He shifted to his side and removed his shorts.

She stared into his eyes, getting lost in his gentle kindness. She had no idea what to say. She opened her mouth in hopes that the words would find her, but all she did was gasp.

“It’s okay.” He kissed her shoulder and massaged her breast, fanning his thumb over her nipple.

She arched her back. “Oh, God.” The way he touched her, it was as if he knew exactly what her body needed. It made her want to scream. She gripped his shoulders and leaned into him, nearly begging him to take her. He must have gotten the hint since he rolled on top, easing himself inside her, slowly. Almost as if to torture her.

A sudden need to be in control came over her. She flipped him onto his back.

“Whoa,” he said, squeezing her hips. Hard. As if to slow her down.

But she wasn’t having any of that. She needed him. And she needed him now. Years of pent-up frustration and desire had been unleashed, thanks to him. Or maybe it was because of him. Or perhaps it was all for him. It didn’t matter.

Her orgasm tore through her body like a tornado ripping a house right from the land and tossing it miles away. As soon as she thought she might catch her breath, another one gripped her insides.

He sat, rolling her onto her back and thrusting into her, matching her desperation. He groaned and whispered sweet words into her ear before collapsing on top of her as he kissed her tenderly.

This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before with any man.

She suspected it would be a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.

He pulled the covers over their bodies and held her tightly. “There’s no point in you leaving,” he said. “Please stay all night.”

She snuggled in, resting her head on his chest. She should pack up her little girl and leave, but she wasn’t going to. She would enjoy this for as long as she could.

Eventually, she’d have to find a reason to move from Lighthouse Cove and, hopefully, Jamison would be able to forgive her.

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