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“Raindrop,” he whispered. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against mine.
I sighed at the faint touch, the promise of more. Why couldn’t I be normal and just let my hormones take control and dictate my urges? Instead, I had to sit here and dissect, overanalyze, and ruin it all.
“Are you listening to me?”
I guess I didn’t respond quickly enough, because a frustrated grunt escaped him just before he sealed his mouth to mine.
My lips parted on a gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. With every swipe and teasing flick, he stirred the earlier ember of desire, fanning it until all my rambling thoughts faded, leaving only my pulsing need for him. I followed his retreating lips when he pulled away, not ready to break the moment.
“You, Rain Evans, are uniquely wonderful, and there willneverbe a moment where you could disappoint me.” He smoothed his palm over my hair and then pressed it to my hot cheek. “My dreams are made reality just being in the same room with you. Toss in you wanting me, wanting to touch me, and you allowing me the fucking honor of worshiping your body the way it should’ve been all your life, and all sense of reality is blown out of the water. You can touch me or not. Being here with you is more than I ever could have hoped for. I never thought I’d have this chance to hold you like you’re mine, even if it’s not forever.”
Tears welled, and a single drop escaped the corner of my eye, dripping from my cheek and soaking into the pillowcase.
“Can you…?” I sucked in a steadying breath. “Can you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” he asked, tilting his head to search my face.
“Tell me what to do. What you want.”
His eyes widened. “I don’t want to control you. When you’re ready and comfortable—”
I pressed my palm against his cheek. “You’re not taking my control. I’m giving it.” Heart slamming against my chest, I sent him a pleading look that I hoped he could interpret. “I don’t want to get lost in the nonsense I create in my head. I want to lose myself in this between us.”
His gaze flicked side to side, searching my eyes. “And you’ll tell me if I push too hard?” I nodded. “If I want too much.” Again, I nodded, though this time I shifted along his body so I straddled his hips. He sucked in a harsh breath when I aligned his still-hard cock with my center. My lids shuttered as I moved against him, wiggling until the pressure was exactly where I needed.
“Okay, Raindrop.” Jameson’s hands wrapped around my hips, holding me in place. “I’ll tell you a secret confession. I’m usually in the same boat as you.” I tilted my head in confusion, my loose hair shifting with the movement. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “It’s why I like a partner. I enjoy losing myself to the moment, having someone else in charge. So, we’ll figure this out together.”
His fingers threaded into my hair. A gentle tug had me loweringuntil I hovered over him with both palms pressed into the mattress just above his shoulders.
“How about you use me?” His hands went back to my hips, sealing me tighter against his hard length. His abs flexed, muscles rippling as he rolled his hips, thrusting against me. My lids fluttered closed, and a delicate moan escaped at the amazing friction.
“What about what you want?” I panted.
“I almost came the moment your hot pussy settled over me. Don’t worry about me, Raindrop.”
His words and my past fought as two polar opposites.
Josh always made it about him. Guilted me into doing things for him, leaving me confused and feeling used. What Jameson wanted was for me to put myself first, and he’d find satisfaction just from that. Just like he did on the couch earlier. He enjoyed that, wanted that, and not just so I’d return the favor.
“Are you even real?” I whispered, not meaning to let those words slip out. But something about the darkness around us and the vulnerability I felt in the moment gave me the courage to say what I’d wondered for a while, not just since he showed up at the crime scene.
With a wicked smirk, he shoved himself harder against me and swiveled his hips. “I’m very fucking real. Now rub that delicious pussy of yours against me until you come.”
My doubts vanished. Instead, I focused on where our bodies connected, the feel of him hard beneath me. Using my palms as leverage, I moved myself up and down his rigid cock, sparkles of pleasure spreading through my body as the head nudged my clit, my movements turning frantic as I chased the encroaching bliss.
“Fuck,” Jameson gritted out below me. “Even with two layers of clothes between us, you feel amazing.” Using the opening where my shirt draped away from me, he slipped a single hand up my firm stomach and engulfed my breast. The edge of his nail scraping along my pebbled nipple shot me over the edge.
Shutters racked my body as pleasure coursed through my veins. The blood thrumming in my ears muffled a manly grunt. Muscles trembling, I collapsed on top of Jameson, my chest rising and falling with his labored breaths.
For a few minutes, we lay there, not a single word spoken. The content smile on my lips pulled into a frown when he carefully maneuvered me off him and shifted toward the other side of the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see him leave, only for them to pop back open at the sound of drawers opening and closing in my bathroom. The faucet turning on had me pushing up on my elbows, brows pulled in tight, studying the darkened entryway and wondering what the hell Jameson was doing in there.
Seconds later, his tall, lean frame emerged, a small hand towel dangling from his fingers.
“Which drawer do you keep your sleep shorts in?” he asked, pointing to the dresser along the wall.
“Um, the top one. But I’m fairly certain they won’t fit you.”
That was where he was going with this, right?