Page 55 of Mine to Share

“What does that mean exactly, Raindrop?”

My lids fluttered shut as I inhaled his cedar-and-spice scent. A fresh wave of desire had my core trembling and warmth flashing along my cheekbones. I swallowed my whimper when two cool fingers pressed beneath my chin, slowly raising my face up to his.

“Rain?”

The need pulsing through my veins bolstered my courage to follow through with expressing what I wanted. To finally do something for myself. Arms heavy, I reached between us, searching his honey-brown eyes for any sign of hesitation, then slid my fingers along his defined chest and rippled abs, the heat radiating from his smooth skin making my breaths stutter. His responding guttural groan had my heart slamming against my chest, desperate to break free.

“It means… what if I don’t want to talk?” I rasped, barely able to get the words out. “I’m tired of talking, tired of thinking and overanalyzing everything.” I let all the pain and exhaustion bleed from my gaze. “So damn tired of being alone.”

The corner of Jameson’s lips quirked in a cocky smirk as he traced the line of my jaw. “Are you asking for a distraction, Raindrop?”

Yes. No. Hell, I didn’t know. I just wanted to feel for a few hours, to not be all alone and lost in my own thoughts. Wanted to feel a genuine connection with someone like him, who I knew wouldn’t play mind games or take more than I was willing to give.

“Yes,” I breathed, gaze locked on his throat as it bobbed with a hard swallow before sliding down to his chest.

To his smooth chest that I was almost positive he shaved or waxed or….

Oh fuck.

When was the last time I shaved any part of my body besides my ankles when I wear those cute cropped black pants?

“But,” I squeaked, “I need to shower first.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’ve been out all day or not, Raindrop. I’ll eat your sweet cunt for an appetizer right here, right now, if you’ll allow me.” My lips parted on a silent gasp as he ground his clearly hard cock against me. “I’ll lift you up on this counter like I imagined last night and make you scream so loud your neighbors will hear you begging for more.”

Liquid dripped from my core, soaking my panties. Warmth built beneath my skin the longer we stared at each other. The tip of his tongue slipped out, wetting his lower lip. A shiver raced down my spine, my shoulders trembling. A pitiful whimper caught in my throat as he ran his nose along the length of my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access as his lips caressed my skin.

“Yeah, um, I just…. Give me ten minutes.”

His dark chuckle caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Gathering my hair in a tight grip, he held me in place, running his lips along the shell of my ear.

“Okay, Raindrop. Go have your shower, and I’ll be down here waiting. Waiting to touch you the way I fantasized about those years we were apart. But promise me one thing. Are you listening, sweetheart?” I moaned instead of using words in response, making him chuckle in my ear. “If you touch yourself in the shower—” A hand slid across my hip and cupped my core, squeezing until the pressure had me whimpering in pleasure. “—think about me.” I nodded, too lost in a lust haze to do anything more. “And Slade.”

My lids flew open as I leaned back, putting distance between us to search his face.

“What?” I gasped.

Still holding my core, he leaned forward, brushing his lips over mine in a barely-there kiss.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I see how you look at him, how you look at both of us. And I’ve always loved sharing.” With that verbal bomb, he stepped back and adjusted himself with a pained grimace. “Now go shower. I’ll eat. And then we can finally see how hot this fire between us can burn.”

Fuck me.

Yes. Can that just be my blanket response from now until he leaves Santa Coasta?

Dizzy with the desire pumping through my veins, which Jameson caused even though he barely touched me, I nodded and turned toward the stairs, gripping the counter for support. Too dazed and lost in my dirty thoughts, I jumped, not expecting the stinging slap that landed on my ass and propelled me forward.

Mouth wide open, I whirled around, hand on my stinging butt cheek.

Without a word, Jameson winked and turned to the stove, flicking the gas back on. Whistling, he picked the spatula back up like he didn’t just light my entire body on fire.

I numbly made my way up the stairs, down the hall, and into my bedroom. The door quietly clicked behind me before I slumped against it, my legs feeling more like noodles than muscle. I tipped my face to the ceiling, a slow grin creeping across my face as the reality of what I just put in motion settled over me.

Finally. Tonight, for the first time in too many years, I would let it all go.

Forget about tomorrow.

Focus on the now.

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