Page 52 of My Secret Bandit

“Stand up, Jameson.” His voice dripped with desire.

I did and he unbuttoned my pants. I flinched as the backs of his fingers grazed my stomach leaving a sizzling trail behind.

His eyes flashed to mine. “Okay?”

I nodded and helped shimmy free of the bottoms. Kneeling, he kissed his way up to my panties with deliciously slow, painfully teasing kisses.

“Take your shirt off.” His stubble tickled against my inner thigh.

When my top hit the floor, he stood. His eyes scanned over my body several times with an unreadable expression.

With heavy breaths, he reached out, caressing me with his large warm hands. His thumbs pressed my bra straps down and lips lowered to place kisses there. His hands continued their way across my body until they found the clasp of my bra. Unfastened, it fell to the ground.

I covered myself. Even the other night as I rode his leg to my firstnon-soloorgasm I wasn’t nearly as exposed.

He let out a low, disapproving grunt. The glint in his eyes was dominant and untamed. That side of him rarely ever showed but when it did… my chest pounded and needy knots tightened in my gut.

“When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it. You’ll never need to cover yourself around me.”

The truth in his words freed me, I forgot all about being naked and let my instincts take over, hauling him against me.

The way his bare chest felt against mine fueled my desire. I nibbled at his lip. When he opened for me, I swept my tongue in, desperately needing to taste him. His hands squeezed my ass, lifting me back into his arms. He kneeled on the bed, softly laying me against a pillow.

He left our kiss and worked his way down to my breasts. He palmed one, massaging it as his mouth worked on the other, sucking and teasing. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, pinching until a moan left me.

I drew my lower lip between my teeth and watched his mouth work over my skin. My fingers ran through his curls, giving a gentle pull every time he sucked just the right way.

He continued down my torso. Licking, kissing, and biting.

His fingers looped into my panties. I lifted my hips to let him slide them off, and he kissed his way down my legs as the lacy fabric landed somewhere on the floor.

I let my knees fall apart for him.

Looking at me with the same intense eyes, his fingers brushed over my folds and my head went back in response.

“Fuck, Jameson. Is this how wet you were the other night?” He placed my hand between my thighs. I nodded, a finger running the same course his did.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he whispered, lifting my hand and sucking off my arousal.

He blew toward my center. The cool air caused a shiver to race through me. He chuckled against me before running his tongue along my folds. The initial sensation was so strong, unlike anything I’d felt before. It felt too good to be real. Even better than it had in my dreams.

His mouth dipped lower, his tongue met my opening, and my back arched. He lapped up my wetness before inserting a long finger inside and bringing his mouth back to my clit.

With my hands in his hair, I held on. Afraid to let go as I might fall as soon as I did.

He added a second finger and pumped slowly, letting me adjust to the new sensation. His tongue moved against my core at the same rate.

My thighs clenched and encouraged him on. Slow, measured suctions became deliciously hard pulls, and long, lazy licks were fast and urgent.

He continued even as I clamped down on him, my fingers twisted tight in this hair and the last bit of ecstasy rolled through me.

He smiled and inched his way closer to me. “Just as sweet as I imagined you’d be.” Once our faces were millimeters apart, he let our lips brush together.

Breathing heavy, my need for him wasn’t satisfied. I needed to feel him, feel the weight of his body on mine.

I unfastened his pants, inching them down along with his boxer briefs until his erection sprung free. My mouth watered at the memory of him filling me. How soft and velvety his skin was. Such a sharp contrast to how solid the rest of him was.

He reached over me, opening a drawer and pulling out a condom. I watched him tear the package open and throw it on the nightstand.

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