Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
There was a gleam in his eyes that worried me but also turned me on. My nipples beaded tightly against my t-shirt, and I worked hard to suppress the shiver that went through me at his challenge. “Okay, kiss me again and if it’s awful, we can be roommates.”
I should’ve listened more carefully to the warning bells that sounded in my head. Instead I shrugged and issued my own challenge. “If you’re sure your ego can handle it, I mean, I’m pretty sure it was the heat of the moment and all that.”
Jamie huffed out a laugh to let me know what he thought of that. There were no words, just action as he reached out to me and pulled my body flush up against his, an action so strong and commanding it soaked my panties instantly.
One big hand tilted my head back as it cupped my face and seconds later his lips were on mine, strong, capable and totally in charge.
My whole body smoked from the heat his kiss stirred within me and when his other hand began to roam my body, sliding through my hair and down my back until one large hand cupped my ass, I let out a strangled moan and felt his answering smile against my lips. But I wasn’t the only one affected, and that made me throw myself into the kiss even deeper, pressing up against the impressively hard package behind his zipper.
Damn, he was big, and I just knew he would be a good lover. Too bad we aren’t going there. Really too bad because Jamie’s kiss made me delirious. I felt like my skin was coated in hot lava and everywhere his tongue touched, it started a new fire. I could hardly think straight, and I didn’t want to, not until this crazy inferno between us burned itself out.
I knew it would have to be me who put out the fire because it wouldn’t be Jamie. Just a little longer.
I needed to make this kiss last because I knew it would be our last. It had to be, for the sake of our friendship. His thumb slid across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth, until I arched my back with a gasp. I had to stop.
Now.
With a reluctant sigh, I pulled back and blinked the world around us into focus. Next thing I knew, we were on the sofa. I perched on Jamie’s lap, his thick cock nestled between my thighs, and dammit, I wished like hell he was just some guy I didn’t give a shit about. He pushed up, and I moaned again, long and low, keeping my eyes shut until I had my wits about me.
“This is why we can’t be roommates, Jamie.”
“But we’re still friends, right?”
“Yeah, of course we are.”
“You sure?”
I nodded and stood on shaky legs.
“As soon as I get home for a nice cold shower, we’ll be good as gold.”
Jamie laughed and stood, not doing a damn thing to hide the giant boner that had to be uncomfortable for him. “Think of me while you hose yourself off, then.”
“Right back at ya,” I told him with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, I will.” Then, just to prove what a standup guy he was, Jamie opened the door and walked me to my car. “See you soon, Madds.”
“Not if I see you first.” I rushed home because that cold shower was calling my name, except about halfway back to Ashby Manor, I paused. That was one hell of a kiss, and now that I knew what—and how much—he was packing, my body was on fire, and only Jameson could put it out.
Turn around. Go back.
I shook my head at that wayward thought. “Nope. Not doing that, no matter how much I want to.” And I wanted to, a lot. I hadn’t felt all that deprived of sex or male companionship since Molly had gone missing, but two kisses with Jameson and I was rubbing my thighs together like a cat in heat. Hot and hungry for him. Only for him.
It’s not too late. Turn around.
He hadn’t made a secret of the fact he wouldn’t mind adding benefit to our friendship so I could go back, but then what?
Jamie was my best friend, and I wasn’t ready to lose him. Not yet.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jameson
“This isn’t really your type of hangout is it?”
Beau Vanderbilt, Moon’s son, looked up with a laugh as he gazed around the darkened twenty-four-hour bar as though he’d just seen it for the first time. He’d texted me to meet him here, but why did he have to pick such a god-awful early hour of the morning? I’m not sure the roosters were even up yet.
The place was older than dirt and still had box TVs on the wall, two of them, along with wood paneling, fake leather seat covers and gum under every table in sight.