Jameson (In the Company of Snipers #22) - Irish Winters Page 0,98

his side where he’d been wounded, everything inside of him sprang to attention. Jameson turned his forehead to hers. With his free hand, he cupped her cheek, then threaded his fingers into her long, lush hair. She’d showered, smelled like his shampoo and body wash. Somehow his spicy scent on her stoked the fire in his gut to an urgent crescendo of raw, animalistic need.

Tipping forward, he pressed a fervent kiss to the tip of her pert nose, then let his fingers and thumb roam over her face, mapping the fine contours of her brows, the smooth satin expanse of her forehead, and the exquisite luxury of her plush lips. A pronounced philtrum, the sexy eye-catching indentation between the end of her nose and her upper lip, drew the two peaks of that lip into a perfect cupid bow. So damned dainty and delicate. Made a man wonder what she saw in an animal like him. He was just some guy. She was so much better.

Maddie moaned in her sleep at his careful exploration. Closing his eyes, he brushed a kiss over her lips, needing her to wake up, yet understanding if she didn’t. He could wait. A lesser man might’ve taken what she wasn’t yet ready to relinquish while she slept, might’ve taken advantage of her while she was vulnerable. Not Jameson. Petting was one thing, but the art of making love required two hearts beating as one. Never coercion. Whatever Maddie needed or wanted, he would do. When she was ready. When she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Her lips parted with a sigh, so he teased her chin and mouth with tiny nibbles and licks and tastes, his body primed and his heart opened wide. “Babe,” he breathed into her. “Did I wake you?” Sorry, not sorry.

“Hmm,” she murmured, rolling flat onto her back. “I was dreaming about you. About us.”

“Good dreams?”

“Oh, yesss…” she purred. “Very good dreams.”

Jameson changed positions, sliding over her body, his hard angles against her soft curves, his manhood pressed hot and heavy on her belly. His knees between her thighs. Gently, he commenced peppering her chin and throat with kisses and suckles, then drifted to her collarbones and the warm hollow where they joined. He nuzzled his way down between her breasts, then swallowed the diamond hard nipple that begged for his mouth. Everything about her was enticing as hell.

Maddie combed her fingers through his hair. Her back arched off the mattress. She was turned on, the heady fragrance of her arousal a rich perfume in his nose that arrowed straight to his groin. He palmed her other breast, babying the lovely thing, pinching her nipple until she growled the sweet sexy rumbling purr of a woman on the verge of release. Pressing her breasts together, he feasted on both tender points while his cock rested at the cusp of heaven.

But there Jameson stopped, arching his hips back just enough, not wanting this coming over too quickly.

When he backed off, Maddie’s growl turned more needy, more feral. Her hands fluttered down his ribs, then over his ass, where she took two firm handfuls and forced him back to her. Thrilled, he went willingly. The instant she grabbed hold, her touch and the warmth of her fingers, nearly sent him over the edge.

“I love you so much, babe,” he murmured, wanting her to feel the depth of his heart before he sank into the warmth of her body.

“Then stop playing around,” she whimpered. “I’m dying here.”

“Copy that,” he grunted, thrusting his hips forward into warm sweet heaven on earth.

“Yesss,” she cried, spreading herself wide. She hooked both heels around his waist, granting him more access, giving more of herself. Giving everything.

And he was lost in humility, that a woman like Maddie was willing to risk her heart on him. A blind man.

A wicked, blessed fire took control. Their hands were all over each other. She writhed like a temptress beneath him, her fingernails dug into his shoulders like the sweetest grappling hooks.

He took control of her hips. Honestly, what man needed urging at this point? Taking her mouth, he made love to her tonsils until they were both panting with their imminent releases. More, he urged his body, his knees alongside her hips for steady leverage, constant power. Give her everything. His heart pounded through his head and every last muscled fiber in his ass until.... His spine curved, hammering home. Finally… home.

“God, come!” he ordered with one last thrusting penetration