One second I was in my apartment; the next I was knocking impatiently on her door.
It swung open.
There she was. In that fucking dress.
So beautiful and unreachable … and so … Jane.
I buried my hand in her hair and jerked her toward me as I stepped into the apartment, relief and euphoria like oxygen as I kissed her. Her lips were soft and familiar beneath mine and I groaned, needing a deeper taste.
Hooking my foot around her door, I slammed it shut and then hauled Jane up into my arms. With a whimper that vibrated down my throat, Jane wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me as we devoured each other’s mouths on the way to the bedroom.
There was no thought of foreplay in my head. I needed inside her. End of story.
Following her down to the bed, I broke the kiss, but only to shove her dress up to her waist and pull her nude silk underwear down her legs. She panted beneath my body, staring up at me, dazed, face flushed.
She wasn’t stopping this.
Relief made me frantic.
I wanted to sink into her bare, but at the back of my mind, I remembered Dakota, and the handful of women in Boston I’d screwed when I got out of prison. Cursing under my breath, I dug my wallet out of my jeans and found a condom. The first chance I get, I thought, looking down at Jane, legs spread for me, tits heaving against that flimsy dress, I’m getting a clean bill of health so I can have her without anything between us.
Fuck, no one made me harder. No one did it for me like she did.
That made me almost as pissed as it did hard.
My jeans shucked down just low enough to free me, condom on, I pinned Jane’s wrists at either side of her head, enjoying her familiar gasps of excitement.
Without taking a moment, my only focus on being inside her, I pushed against her wet heat and thrust.
Hard.
I was so euphoric, her tight, hot clasp around my dick the best thing I’d ever felt in my life, that her gasp of pain didn’t immediately register with me.
Opening my eyes, I stared down at her face, her expression finally cutting through my pleasure. She pulsed and throbbed around me, as tight as I remembered her when we were teenagers.
And her face was pinched with discomfort, like it was the first time too.
There were even tears in her eyes.
“What the fuck?” I huffed out, desperate to move but too concerned to continue.
She was tight.
Too tight, I supposed, for a woman who’d been having regular sex.
Jane gazed up at me, and there was something unbearably sad behind the heat in her eyes. Emotion burned in my throat as I looked into her eyes. “Jane?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. She undulated, so I slid deeper inside.
Shivery heat sparked down my spine and swirled in my groin, making me groan.
I didn’t know if Jane had been with anyone since me, but I knew she hadn’t been with anyone in a long while. Which meant she wasn’t sleeping with Asher Steadman.
There were a lot of questions that came with that realization, but the guy in me didn’t care about asking them right then. The man that used to adore this woman to distraction felt relief and possessiveness flood him in a rush of primal need.
I drove into her again, baring my teeth against the kind of pleasure that made my eyes want to roll back in my head. Jane gasped, lifting her hips into my mine as I moved in and out of her.
My grip tightened on her wrists as my drives increased in speed and strength. The whole bed shook as I growled her name over and over.
“You need this too,” I panted hard. “You need this like I need this.”
“Yes,” Jane panted, her eyes closing.
“Open your eyes,” I demanded.
She did.
“This is me,” I breathed against her lips, before kissing her hungrily. I broke away to fuck her harder. “You can’t hide from it, Jane. Don’t hide from it.”
“Jamie!” she screamed as she came, clenching around my driving cock in heartrending throbs.
That’s all it took.
“Fuck!” I tensed between her legs seconds before I came, my dick pulsing and pulsing inside her. Bliss shuddered through me as I held myself over her, pouring myself into the condom when I wanted to pour it all into her.
Jesus, it was never ending.
My muscles turned to liquid as I slumped over her, pressing my