Page 12 of His for the Taking

Jameson’s hand goes to my lower back. I can feel the heat from the palm of his hand through two layers of clothing. It’s impossible to hold my composure when a simple touch makes my insides shiver. He opens the door for me, allowing me to step outside first. My body quakes with a different sensation. Jesus, it’s going to be a cold winter. Not as cold as Chicago, but still cold. I only hope there won’t be a lot of snow. Cold I can handle. Ice and snow, please don’t even think about it, Mother Nature.

“Shit, you’re cold. Hand me your keys. I’ll go start your car and get it warm.” Must be nice to be Jameson in this moment. He’s completely unfazed by the cold air or the fact that it’s mostly him who has my body trembling.

“It’s okay. My car doesn’t take long to warm up.” I pull my keys out of the outside pocket of my purse and continue our walk to the driveway. Jameson’s truck is parked on the other side of my car, and we make it there in record time.

When we reach my driver’s side door, he holds out his hand, and I drop my keys into it. I’m too tired to fight him. If this moves things along faster, well, I’m not going to fight it. I lean against the back passenger door, watching as he maneuvers his much bigger body into my car and starts the engine.

“All set.” He backs out, standing to his full height. We’re close. So close I can smell his scent. “A temptation, that’s what you are to me,” he mutters right before his mouth lands on mine. His hands engulf my hips, and his tongue sweeps along my upper lip before repeating the process on my plush bottom lip. A soft sigh escapes me. His tongue slides inside, invading more than my mouth. He's invading my every waking thought. My hands that have wanted to know what his hair feels like move up the slopes of his muscular arms. His heat sears me along the way. Finally, I reach his dark blond hair. It’s soft, softer than I expected, and his hold on me tightens when the tips of my fingers knead his scalp. Jameson’s body heat scorches me from the inside out. He groans into our kiss, deep, rich, throaty, and my legs threaten to give out. It’s a good thing he realizes how much I need him and tightens his hold. I feel the tips of his fingers work beneath the fabric of my flannel and cotton shirt. His skillful hands make quick work until they meet my heated skin. I moan, hands clutching him as tightly as possible, and when he slides his calloused fingers around the edge of my leggings, he groans, “Tell me no. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.” He nips at my lower lip, expecting a response when my brain is short-circuiting. There’s no way I can reply as his hand slips beneath my leggings and he’s cupping my naked sex.

“Answer me, Kody, or this stops right fucking now.”

“Yes.” My breath hitches. His gaze is full of unrestrained desire. “Please,” I say louder than I probably should have. Jameson lives on a quiet street in a rural area, and I’m hopeful his neighbors didn’t just hear me beg for him to fuck me with his fingers.

“Eyes on me, temptress.” My eyes that were shuttering snap open. Jameson’s middle finger slowly circles my clit. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He works me up, never dipping any lower. He’s teasing me, taunting, and even as I go to stand on the tips of my toes, attempting to move his fingers lower, he stays rock steady. There’s no denying he’s in control right now. There’s no making him do what my body craves, to chase the high I’m desperately after.

“Jameson.” My lids lower when he dips his finger further down my slit. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. There’s not another man, a toy, or myself that has this effect on my body.

“Eyes, Kody, or I’m taking my fingers away from your slick-as-fuck pussy.” His voice is commanding. I swear the man has my whole body aching. My breasts feel fuller, achier. My lace bra abrades my nipples in a delicious way. Goose bumps pepper my skin along with a coating of perspiration. “Fuck, I’m barely inside you, and your cunt is sucking at my finger like it’s dying for me. Soon, it’s going to be my cock slipping inside of your tight little body, Kody.” His blue eyes blaze with a storm of emotions, and really, it’s the only reason I’m able to keep mine locked with his. As much as he wants to watch me, I want to watch him.

Another finger slips inside. I pulse around his digits. “More.” My hands grip his hair tighter, having never let go from their purchase. Only now I wish my legs were wrapped around his thick, solid waist, clinging to him while opening me up further. Maybe then he’d sink deeper and give me what my body is begging for.

“I’m going to make you come all over my fingers, Kody, but you’ve gotta stay silent. Can you do that?” He thrusts deep, all the way inside. The palm of his hand hits my clit, and my body jerks with the movement. “Can you be quiet while you come on my fingers, your desire dripping so much that you’re coating the inside of your thighs?” Jameson slowly pulls his fingers back, dragging along the walls of my center. I clench around his digits, not wanting to lose him. Of course, he chooses that moment to flutter his pointer and middle finger back and forth while finger-fucking me.

“Jameson.” My voice echoes through the night, unable to hold the moan of his name.

“Fuck, you’re going to make the neighbors come outside, temptress.” His palm is back where it started, directly on my clit. The small swivel hits me just right as his fingers keep up with the torturous motion. “You like that, don’t you? I can feel your cunt tighten around my fingers with the thought of getting caught.” There’s no controlling the spiral I surrender to. My body is his in this moment, chasing an orgasm so intense that no matter how hard I try, my eyes are unable to stay open.

“Yes.” My voice sounds louder, even to my own ears. “Jameson, God, yes.” So much for being quiet. I’m unable to hold it in any longer. My core clenches one last time, my body softens, and if it weren’t for his mouth fusing to mine, I have no doubt that I’d wake up the whole damn neighborhood. My breathing is choppy, as if I’ve run a marathon. Jameson’s eyes are open and watching me as I slowly open mine at just the right moment.

He pulls his hands out of my leggings, the streetlights giving me ample lighting to see how wet they are. What I’m not prepared for is the way he brings them to his nose. “Fuck, you smell good. You probably taste just as good, too.” That’s when he does the absolute most. I watch as he licks my wetness away, sucking his fingers into his mouth and groaning while doing so. Never in my life have I seen something so utterly sexy as a man tasting me from his fingers.

“My turn.” I’m ready to drop to my knees. The bulge in his pants is clearly visible. He takes a step back, causing my hands to leave his hair, which is now even messier than before.

“No.” He stops my hands from attacking the button of his jeans. I freeze. He doesn’t give me a response, but I’m not an asshole. No means no, no matter if it’s a woman or a man saying it.

“Oh, okay. Well, um. I’ll see you later.” I lower my body, dipping under his arm that he managed to prop himself up with on the hood of my car.

“Kody.” I shake my head, not wanting to hear what he has to say. No woman likes to be told no. “Fuck, woman. At least text me when you get home.” I nod, refusing to give him my eyes or my words. I’m once again left with the whiplash that comes with Jameson Evans. I should have known better. Now I’ve made a mess of everything. It takes two to tango and all that jazz. I know I had an effect on him; it’s kind of hard to deny the bulge or the way he had no problem licking his fingers clean. And now, there’s another worry. A little girl who could feel the brunt of this if Jameson decides to be an even bigger jerk than he already is and won’t let me watch her anymore. That’s it. I’m done with men. I’m striking them off my list for good. The lie tumbles from my brain because I know if Jameson used his mouth or his fingers on me again. I’d forget every man who came before him or after him. My headlights illuminate his silhouette as I back out of the driveway. There’s no way I’m going to dissect this, not until I can talk to Kari at least. Damn her for being a continent or ten away. I could really use my best friend right about now.

16

KODY

Iknew sleeping was going to be out of the question last night, which is why I’m rolling over for what must seem like the millionth time in so many hours. I punch my pillow when what I really want to punch is Jameson and his stupid handsome face. There’s no use staying in bed. I’ve got a best friend to call and commiserate with, now that it’s a normal waking hour for her. The same can’t be said for me due to the lack of sleep and it being barely eight o’clock in the morning. I roll over, grab my phone, and see another text from Jameson.

Jameson: You make it home?

I left him on delivered, the preview on my phone doing wonders to make him feel like the asshole he clearly is. Next on the agenda is calling Kari. I fluff my pillows to prop my back up and pull the covers up so I don’t inadvertently give anyone a view of my nipples through my nightshirt.

“Wow, Kody, you look like you’ve had a rough night,” Kari answers on the first ring of our FaceTime call. I may look like hell, but she looks like she just walked off a runway.

“Don’t mince words, do you?” She is sitting on a terrace, giving me a beautiful view of where she’s at in Italy.

“Never. Seriously, what’s wrong? I know that look. Someone upset you, clearly. Was it Richie? I’ll be on the first plane out if so.” I laugh. Leave it to Kari to come to my rescue on a moment's notice. She’s that friend who has the shovel ready and a place to bury the body scoped out.

“Nope, not a word from him. I don’t think I’ll ever hear from him again.”

“Thank God. So, what happened? I mean, you’re in a small town, and you babysat a little girl yesterday. Not a lot could go wrong, if you ask me.” She insinuates that small-town living is boring. Little does she know there’s usually more gossip and drama than in a big city. Everyone knows everyone here or is somehow related. Unlike when you’re in a more populated area, where you can make an ass out of yourself and chances are you won’t see the same people ever again.

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