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I nod, sighing out a breath. I’d say anything to get his mouth on me again.

“Good.”

He leans down to kiss me.

CHAPTER54

JAMIE

She letsout a silent sigh of relief as my tongue glides into her mouth, and I move so my knees are on either side of her.

“Fuck,” I whisper into her mouth, so warm and welcoming. She tastes so sweet, so right, I can barely contain myself.

I pull the covers back to look at her, and my mind goes blank as I stare at Pippa wearing only my hockey jersey.

A feeling rushes through my chest.

Mine. Pippa is mine. I’m never giving her up.

I’m wordless as I rake my gaze up her body. I’m never going to forget the sight of Pippa’s soft thighs, smooth skin, the peek of cleavage over the neckline of the jersey. The scatter of freckles along her collarbone.

Her thighs press together, and I drag my hand up her inner thigh.

“You look so fucking good like this.”

Her hands skim up my chest until they brush up my neck, and I shudder under her soft touch. I told her to be quiet, but I’m the one biting back a groan as her fingers thread into my hair. She tugs my hair in that way that makes me even harder.

I push the hem of the jersey up, and my heart stops when I see what she has on underneath.

No. Panties.

I stare at her perfect pussy.

“You’ve ruined me,” I tell her, shaking my head before I reach between her legs and drag my fingers from her entrance to her clit. Her hips shake, her lips part, and when I feel how wet she is, I let out another curse. “Soaked, Pippa. You’re fucking soaked.”

She bites her lip, watching my every movement. I stroke over her, circling her clit. She tenses up as I brush the tight bud of nerves, and a dark grin hitches on my mouth. I love how sensitive she is. I love that I make her feel like that, that I can do this to her.

I keep my voice low and my eyes on her. “Were you going to touch yourself in here?”

She nods, and I reward her by pushing one finger inside her, finding her G-spot and crooking my finger. Her back arches but her wide eyes stay on me, and I fucking love that.

“Oh, shit, Jamie,” she whispers, panting.

“Shh.” I stroke her, watching as she presses a hand to her mouth, brows furrowed. I settle between her legs, and her eyes widen. “Did he ever do this for you?”

She shakes her head. “He tried but I wasn’t into it.”

Competition beats in my blood like a drum, and I push in and out of her tight entrance at a languid pace. “You want to try again?”

She hesitates, and I crook my fingers against her front wall, loving how her eyelids fall closed. “Um.” She sighs as I thrust into her. “If you want to.”

“I do.” I watch where my fingers enter her, watch how her pretty pussy sucks them in. “I really fucking do. I think about it all the time.”

She nods with a dazed look. “Okay.”

I press kisses to every freckle on her inner thighs, slow and soft, warming her up until I lower my head and kiss her clit. My tongue brushes over her, and I bite back a groan at how sweet she is. She arches, tightening up as I stroke into her, covering her hand over her mouth. She’s trying so hard to be quiet, my little songbird, and I love it.

While I drag my tongue over her clit, again and again, listening to her pretty little muffled gasps, my free hand drifts to her ass and I grip her soft skin, pushing her against my mouth while I give her swollen clit a long suck. Her thighs shake, and a moment later, her fingers are in my hair, tugging.

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