Page 26 of You Had Me at Merlot

“Follow me,” Jamie murmured against Leighton’s mouth and gave her hand a tug. They didn’t make it to the bedroom before finding each other again and stumbling their way there through the haze of lips and tongues and heat.

Leighton sat down on Jamie’s bed and noticed a candle flickering next to it, as well. A whole scene. Distantly she wondered if she was being seduced, but in this moment, she had no problem with it. Jamie knelt in front of her and, as they kissed, worked the button on Leighton’s pants, which honestly couldn’t come off fast enough. Her body was on fire, but the tingling ache between her legs took center stage. She needed to assuage it and soon. She’d dreamed of making love to Jamie slowly more times than she could count, but it would have to wait for another night.

Cool air hit her legs as her pants hit the floor. Her bra followed seconds later. Jamie’s mouth was on her breasts, kissing, licking,God. Leighton was eased onto her back and topped by the blue-eyed temptress she hadn’t seen coming. When Jamie’s weight settled over her, she decided there was nothing more satisfying than their bodiespressed together. For a brief moment, everything slowed down. Jamie met her gaze and nodded, to which Leighton nodded back. They were on the same damn page.

“I want to touch you,” Jamie said in her ear. The sound alone had her arching her back. A request. A need. There was one thing that had to happen first, though.

“Can I see you?” Leighton asked, cupping Jamie’s cheek, sliding her other hand up the back of Jamie’s sweater. Her skin was smooth and warm. She wanted to kiss every inch. A crack of thunder hit and shook the walls. Jamie kissed her good and long before sitting up to oblige.

“I love kissing you,” Jamie said. “There’s nothing like it.”

Leighton propped herself up on her forearms to watch. “Well, there’s more where that came from.”

She then had the pleasure of looking on eagerly as Jamie took off each piece of clothing. Her breath caught, and she tried to memorize every moment of skin being revealed to her, each curve, every aspect of Jamie now in front of her. She held steady against her body’s cries. This moment was too special. When Jamie at long last removed her bra and her round breasts were bare, Leighton’s arousal doubled. The increased wetness between her legs only proved the point.

Naked and gorgeous, Jamie slid onto the bed next to Leighton, whose hand went immediately to Jamie’s breast. She needed to touch Jamie intimately, to know every inch of her body and own it. At least for tonight. With one finger, Leighton circled the nipple as Jamie hissed in a breath. “You’re beautiful,” she said in reverence. “Just look at you.” She palmed Jamie’s breast, closing her eyes at the wash of heat that toppled her. Jamie murmured her appreciation in a tone much lower than her voice, and it sent a potent shot of need to her center. With determination, Jamie supported herself on one forearm and slid her other hand straight into Leighton’s underwear, easing her legs apart with a knee.

“You feel amazing,” Jamie said, dropping her head, reveling. Her touch was everything. At first, she simply explored. Light touches, soft movements. Leighton heard herself moan. Her hips rocked, searching for a rhythm they’d yet to establish. Cruel and wonderful. Jamie removed her panties entirely, tossing them to the floor. The look on her face changed to one of determination. As Jamie increased the pressure of her touch, Leighton had to grasp the bedspread beneathher to keep from levitating off the bed. She pushed herself in earnest against Jamie’s hand, feeling the torturous pressure climb. She didn’t ever want it to end, and yet she needed it to. “I might come,” Leighton said after several thorough strokes. She slid across Jamie’s hand. “I’m going to.”

“Good,” Jamie said, entering her with purpose. It was too powerful. Leighton tossed her head to the side as Jamie took her higher and higher with each firm, smooth thrust. “You’re so wet.”

“How could I not be?” she managed, loving the feeling of being taken by Jamie.Taken. When was the last time that had happened?

She opened her eyes, took in the visual of Jamie’s naked body, her hand moving between Leighton’s legs. It was the hottest image ever, like molten lava. She broke. She was knocked right over the edge, spiraling into wonderful oblivion.

“I was literally just caught in a thunderstorm,” she said through the satisfied haze. Leighton shook her head. “And now I’m in your bed.”

“Surprised?” Jamie said and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on Leighton’s neck.

“Among other things.” She gave her head a shake. “I’m still feeling it.”

“Yeah?” Jamie asked in the sweetest voice. Her hand returned to between Leighton’s legs and softly played.

“No, no,” she said with a laugh. “I can’t.” But it was only a couple of seconds before her hips began to rock. What was happening right now? She was wet all over again and felt the distant tug of need inch closer. Already? This wasn’t like her at all.

“You can do it,” Jamie whispered. “Leighton.”

“Yes.” Her eyes slammed shut.

“I want you to open your legs and come for me.”

Those words coming from sweet Jamie’s lips let her know it was possible. She pressed back against Jamie’s hand and the delicate touches, no more than a fondle really, easing her along until, out of nowhere, she shot like a star, tumbling all over again as pleasure rained down with an intensity she couldn’t quite comprehend. “How did you do that?” she gasped, vulnerable, still lost in the most unexpected payout.

She heard a soft laugh as she came down. “That was the best.”

Leighton turned her body to Jamie’s so they were face-to-face. “Oh, you think so?”

“I will never ever forget the perfect details of tonight.”

“I know a way to make it even better,” Leighton said, crawling on top.

“Oh, I like this,” Jamie said.

Leighton settled her hips between Jamie’s legs. “And this.”

Jamie closed her eyes and took a moment. “Even better,” she managed, but her tone had dropped. Leighton smiled and began to rock against her. “Yes,” Jamie said in a near whisper. She wrapped her arms around Leighton and held on. “I’m close,” Jamie whispered, moments later. That was Leighton’s cue. She kissed her way slowly down Jamie’s body, savoring every moment, before arriving at her destination. She parted Jamie’s legs and licked her softly, lingering. “Fuck,” Jamie said.

Leighton couldn’t have even told you her own name at that point. She was lost and happy and on a mission. She kissed Jamie’s center once, twice, three times to the sound of her whimpering quietly above. Jamie found a rhythm and Leighton matched her, tracing circles around Jamie’s most sensitive spot. Fast then slow. Leighton could have done this for hours.

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