louder, and Jamie brushed my lips with his. “More.”
“Oh my God.” I let go, riding his fingers with desperation, clawing at his abs with my nails.
One last rub on my clit.
“Jamie!” I cried out, shuddering and jerking against his hand, throbbing and contracting around his fingers.
All the strength went out of my body. I melted into him. Nothing but a satisfied heap of hot-skinned Jane.
He slipped his fingers out of me and gently tugged down the hem of the dress. Lips on mine, his erection digging into my stomach, he whispered, “Why? Why is making you come the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and heard in my life?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head, unable to do much of anything at that moment.
“I do.” He took my chin beneath his fingers with one hand, forcing my head up, my eyes to his. The look in them made me want to melt all over again. “It’s because it’s you. No one does it for me like you do. You have no idea.”
I laughed, because I absolutely did. And it was amazing to me that Jamie felt the same. “I do. I understand completely.”
“Yeah?” He kissed my lips, soft, sweet, just a caress. Then he pulled back, his expression stern. “Then you’ll know it’s no laughing matter. You should be worried, Doe.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel like I’m coming out of my skin. You’re all I think about. You’re all I want. When I want someone’s opinion on something, you’re the first person I think of. I don’t want to be in class because it means I’m not hanging out with you, talking about important shit and not-so-important shit … I want to be buried deep inside you.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Not just …” He slid his free hand under my dress and cupped me in a possessive gesture. “Not just buried in here.” He lifted his hand from my chin and tapped my temple. “But in here.” Then he moved it to cover my breast where my heart pounded beneath it. “And I want to be so deep in here, you’ll never get me out. Because you’re buried in me.”
Joy suffused me in such a wave of bliss and relief, tears blurred my vision. “You’re already there, Jamie. You have been for a long time.”
A tear spilled over and Jamie cursed under his breath, catching it on his thumb as he clasped my face in his big hands. “I’m such a moron.” His voice was harsh. Then he kissed me. He kissed me like I was oxygen. “Forgive me,” he begged between kisses. “Forgive me for being so slow on the uptake.”
I laughed against his mouth. “You got there in the end. That’s all that matters.”
We kissed until my lips felt sensitive and swollen, until Jamie was clutching at my thigh and grinding his erection into my stomach.
“We need to stop.” He pulled back, panting. “Before we go too far.”
“Maybe I want to go too far.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Not until you’re eighteen.”
“You can’t mean that.”
“I don’t want to rush you. I want this to be right.”
His jaw set stubbornly. With a groan of frustration, he released me and stepped back toward the door. “You should go out first.” He gestured to his erection tenting his jeans. “I need a minute.”
Although nervousness filled me, I didn’t want to leave him just yet.
“I have your gift here.” I held it out to him. “Maybe that’ll give you a chance to … cool off.”
He flashed me a smile and took the gift in hand. “This was on the pile downstairs. I know, because I’ve been eyeballing it since Lorna took it from you.”
That thrilled me and made me even more nervous about his reaction.
“Why is it up here now?”
“I, uh, when I saw you kissing the blond, I suddenly realized that if you opened this, you’d probably guess what you mean to me and then you’d feel sorry for me.”
“One, she kissed me, and if you’d stuck around long enough, you would’ve seen me push her off and search the room frantically to see if you’d caught her doing it.”
I laughed at his teasing, my worries eased. “Okay.”
“And two”—he stepped into my personal space, eyes hooked on mine—“I would never be sorry or feel sorry about you having feelings for me. The opposite, in fact.”
“I get that now,” I teased right back.
With a nod, Jamie’s eyes dropped to the gift. Then, with an exasperating slowness, he opened it. When he pulled out the somewhat