can’t,” he confessed. “I try to be with them and it’s like a thirst that’s never sated. I can’t go through with it— with being with them.”
“Why?” My voice sounded hoarse.
“Because they’re not you. I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”
“You don’t mean that.” I shook my head, afraid to believe him.
He cupped my face in his hands and brought our lips to almost touching. “I will never lie to you,” he promised. Then he crushed his mouth over mine and I was lost.
It wasn’t a sweet kiss.
It was deep and searching, tongue licking against tongue, lips pushing against lips, and hands pulling at each other. I tugged at his T-shirt, trying to haul him closer, while he couldn’t seem to decide which part of me he wanted to touch the most. My hips, my waist, my breasts. When he squeezed my breasts in his palms, his thumbs catching over my nipples, I throbbed with desperate need between my legs. I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck.” Jamie broke the kiss, panting. His eyes were bright with desire, desire I could feel pulsing against my stomach through his jeans. “I have to touch you.”
I smiled shakily. The moment felt so surreal. Years of longing finally realized. “I thought you were.”
He gave me a quick shake of his head as he gathered the hem of my dress in his hands. “Let me touch you.”
Understanding what he meant, I blushed and felt that throb intensify. My body swayed with need, and I grabbed hold of the sink for balance. Unable to speak, I nodded.
All those nights of fantasizing about this, and it was going to happen.
Jamie leaned his forehead against mine, his breath quickening even more as he pushed the dress up to my waist. “I’ve imagined this,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “More times than I count. Lying in bed, in the shower, hand around my dick. You in my head.”
I shook with increasing need.
“Have you fantasized about me?”
I nodded, blushing harder.
“Say it.” He lifted his forehead from mine, his expression as demanding as his tone. “Tell me you’ve thought about me like I’ve thought about you.”
I think I surprised myself more than I surprised Jamie when I whispered, “I lie in bed and I touch myself only ever thinking about you.”
Jamie kissed me again, ferocious, consuming, until I clung to his shoulders to hold myself up. I shivered against him as his fingers tickled my stomach, and then I tensed as he slipped his hand down my belly and pushed beneath my underwear.
“You okay?” he broke the kiss to ask, his fingers stilling.
As strange as it was to have someone touch me where only I ever had, this wasn’t just “someone.” This was Jamie. My instinct was to push against his touch. “Please.”
He didn’t kiss me again.
Instead, Jamie held my gaze, his jaw clenched with tension, as he pressed his thumb over my clit and pushed two longer fingers inside me. I cried out against the unexpected pressure, my fingers biting into his shoulders.
“Fuck, Jane,” he panted.
My eyes fluttered closed with sensation as he circled my clit. “Jamie,” I breathed out his name on a pleasured sigh.
“Open your eyes.”
They flew open.
“Good.” He grunted. “Eyes on me.”
It was so much more intimate like that, holding his gaze as he slid his fingers in and out.
“So tight.” He bared his teeth at me. “So fucking tight, Doe.”
I smiled on a gasp at the return of his Boston accent. “Jamie.” I dug my fingers in deeper as I pushed against his touch, riding his fingers.
“That’s it, fuck me, Jane, fuck me,” he murmured hoarsely against my lips. He groaned as I physically responded to his dirty talk. “So full of surprises. You’re perfect. Made for me.”
As the tension built, little cries choked in my throat as Jamie pushed me toward climax.
“Don’t stifle it,” Jamie demanded. “No one can hear you back here but me. And I want to hear how much you want this.”
“Jamie.” I pushed under his T-shirt, wanting to feel him, caressing the ridges of his abs with one hand, as I held onto his waist with the other. Instinct made me raise my leg against his hip, opening myself further to him. The thrust of his fingers sped up. “Oh God,” I panted, eyes still locked on his. “Jamie.”
“One day I’ll be inside you completely,” he promised. “I’m going to be your first and your only, Jane.”
That made me even hotter than the dirty talk. My cries grew