My heart does a little flip as I realize I am serious.
“Get upstairs and get naked,” I say, my voice trembling with need and the thrill of doing something I know I shouldn’t. “I’ll flip the closed sign and be up in a minute.”
“Hurry.” He pulls me in for another swift, bruising kiss, before whispering against my lips, “I said I’d be back in ten, but it’s better if I’m back in less. Don’t want anyone to get suspicious.”
“Got it,” I say, spinning toward the door as he bolts for the stairs.
I flip the open sign to closed, then untie my apron and toss it on the counter as I dash for the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Chapter Nine
Maddie
By the time I reach the door to the apartment my heart is pounding.
Seeing what awaits me on the bed only makes it pound harder.
Jamison is already naked, stretched out on his back on my white comforter with his hands behind his head and his erection stretching up his stomach, leaving no doubt he’s up for this in every way. The contrast of my frilly comforter and his rugged form makes him look even more masculine.
And more mouth-wateringly delicious…
So delicious that I have to stop and stare for a moment, not quite able to believe this stunning man is mine for the taking.
“Get over here,” he says roughly. “I want you on top of me.”
And just like that, my panties are even wetter.
Damn.
“Yes, sir,” I murmur, stripping off my white tee and bra as I cross the room. I drop my skirt and panties at the foot of the bed and then crawl up his body like a cat after a bowl of cream.
Moments later, his mouth is hot on mine, his hands busy at my breasts, and his cock nudging against my damp curls.
I shift my hips, reach down to adjust the angle of that delicious length I can’t wait to have inside me again, and sink down, taking every inch.
“God, Jamison.” My head falls back with a moan as I begin to ride him, my blood racing as his mouth finds my nipple.
He licks and sucks, teasing back and forth between my sensitive tips as he squeezes my breasts, ratcheting up the tension swiftly building inside of me.
I’ve always been a fan of slow foreplay with plenty of build up to the main event, but there’s something breathlessly exciting about getting right down to business, too. Something hot and dirty that makes his cock feel even longer and thicker inside of me.
“Been dreaming about this, about you,” I confess, my hips rocking faster. “All day.”
“All day long,” he agrees, his fingers digging into my waist as he shoves up into where I’m so hot and wet and getting hotter with every passing second. “I love watching you ride me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I meet his gaze and realize he means it.
He really does. Every word.
For a moment I see myself through his eyes, see that breathtaking, wild woman who drives him crazy with wanting her, and my blood rushes faster beneath my skin. I’ve never felt so sexy, so powerful, and then suddenly I’m coming with a cry, a sharp, sudden wave of bliss exploding from where Jamison’s buried inside of me to every inch of my skin.
This orgasm isn’t a slow unfurling, it’s hot and fast, rocketing through me with an intensity that makes me squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into Jamison’s chest, hoping my body’s up to channeling this much pleasure.
Even long moments later, after he comes inside me—bucking into me with enough force to lift me off the bed—I still haven’t completely recovered.
I’m trembling as he hugs me to his chest and rolls over, shifting until he’s on top.
“You okay?” he asks, kissing my forehead.
“I think you broke my nervous system.” I curl into him, pressing my face to his bare chest, loving the way he smells after sex.
He chuckles and smooths my hair from my face. “In the good way, I hope.”
I hum my agreement before slipping my tongue out to tease the damp skin at the center of his chest, relishing the salty, sexy taste of him. The lick turns into a kiss, then another lick, and before I know it my teeth are raking over his taut nipple and his breath is coming faster and I’m heating up all over again.
“I have to go,” he says, groaning as I nip him again. “How come no one else realizes what a bad influence you are?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself,” I say. “I’m insatiable when it comes to—”
“Maddie? Are you okay?” calls a familiar voice from downstairs, making my eyes fly wide.
“It’s Naomi! Get dressed!” I hiss, pulling away from him so fast I tumble off the side of the bed with a loud thunk.