tattered copy of I Am Legend, he raised an eyebrow.
“Open it.”
When he did, he tensed at the sight of the author’s signature. “Is this a signed first edition?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes flew to mine and my breath hitched at the hunger I saw on his face.
“You like it?” I whispered.
“It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He placed the book carefully down on the sink and then shot me a wry look. “And now I’m hard again.”
My laughter cut off when he suddenly lowered to his knees. “What are you doing?”
“I want to say thank you.”
I gasped as he pushed my dress back up to my waist and then curled his fingers around my underwear. “Shouldn’t we get back to the party? People will notice.”
“Fuck ’em.” He pulled down my underwear, and I stepped out of them. Eyes on mine, he watched as I shivered at the feel of his hands caressing my inner thighs before pushing them apart. I widened my stance, dragging in shallow breaths.
Jamie’s eyes dipped to the shadow between my thighs. He groaned, and then his mouth was on me, and I forgot about anything else but him.
There was a moment as I rode his mouth, abandoned myself to pleasure, that I wondered if this was the beginning of something we couldn’t control.
And should it scare me?
Probably.
But Jamie McKenna just felt too damn good, and too damn right, for me to care about anything else.
6
JAMIE
Nineteen years old
The swipe of Jane’s pencil against the sketch paper was driving me nuts. Who knew posing for a drawing would be so sexy?
Jane sat on my desk chair, her eyes moving over my body and flicking down to the pad in her hand as she followed the lines of my body with her pencil. There was a smoky heat in her gaze that made me hot all over.
“Isn’t this objectification?” I teased.
“It’s art,” she replied, her lips twitching with amusement.
“I’m not sure I need to be wearing only boxers for you to sketch me.”
Our eyes met, and the blood that was making my heart pound quickly made its way south. I wanted to tell her to get over on the bed, but we’d only been seeing each other for six weeks, and the no-sex thing was already testing my limits.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and I could tell she meant it. “The lines of your body are beautiful. I want to see them.”
She wanted to see all of them.
It was me who insisted I keep my boxers on. We needed some boundaries; otherwise I’d lose myself in her. Which was exactly what my shy, not-so-shy-with-me, sexy girl wanted.
“It would be better if you lost the boxers,” Jane said.
See?
I grinned at her and shook my head. “What if Lorna came home? It would be pretty hard to explain why I’m letting you draw me naked.”
“It’ll be pretty hard to explain why you’re letting me draw you half-naked,” she argued.
For the sake of peace, and so we got to know each other as boyfriend and girlfriend before World War III broke out, we’d kept our relationship a secret from everyone. The truth was, we didn’t want to have to deal with Lorna just yet. However, I didn’t know how much longer I could handle the secret. It had only been a month, and the small moments of time we stole when I didn’t have practice and Lorna had practice after school was quickly becoming not enough.
“Hmm.” Jane bit on the end of her pencil, her eyes moving between me and the sketch.
“What is it?”
“I can’t get your left nipple right.”
I chuckled. “Nipple problems, huh?”
She sent me a smile that caused a flutter in my stomach. A fucking flutter. These past few weeks, I’d discovered a new side to Jane. She was quiet, reserved, kind of shy, yes … but not with sex. She was uninhibited with me. Jane just had to look at me, how she looked at me right then, and my dick got hard.
Not that we’d had sex. I was determined not to until she was eighteen. But we were doing other shit, and Jane was so beyond passionate and exciting, I was losing my mind.
Holding out for another eight months … well, it might as well have been ten years.
I watched as she put the sketch pad on my desk and then got up to cross the room to me. My eyes dipped down her body and back up. She was wearing jean shorts and a T-shirt, and it made me as