Pure Wicked (Wicked Lovers #9.5)(19)
Author: Shayla Black

Jamie sucked in a couple of heaving breaths before he swooped down and stole into her mouth. He attacked her lips, claiming them as he withdrew his cock. She cried out in protest at his loss, but he swallowed the sound with his kiss. Then he stroked deep inside her again, stretching her to accommodate every bit of him, drowning her objection with more desire. He took down all her defenses.

He made her forget that Jamie Last-name-lacking was nothing but a fling who would be gone in a handful of days.

She didn’t know how to hold anything back when he thrust into her, falling into a deep, fast rhythm that made her ancient bedframe squeak, her old floors creak, her heart thunder, and her pleasure receptors overload. Everything about him called to her, from the slightly tangy flavor of his kiss, to his scorching palms roaming her overheated skin. With every stroke, he seemed to anchor himself deeper until she would have sworn that with the feverish rise of her orgasm, he was also unzipping her skin and turning her inside out, forcing her to show every bit of the vulnerability and need she’d rather hide.

Her headboard hit the wall. Thrill zipped through her as he filled her again.

He positioned her legs up and against her body, spreading her wider, allowing him deeper. “Wrap your hands around the headboard. Don’t let go.”

Her heart fluttered, skipped a beat, as she complied. His triumphant smile made the ache in her sex tighten. She clamped down on him. “I’m close.”

“Oh, honey. You have no idea how seriously I’m riding the edge.”

Bristol didn’t have a chance to say anything before he came at her again, his rhythm harder, faster, as if he’d allowed his need off a seriously tight leash. Every thrust told her that he didn’t have any intention of holding back anymore.

Frantically, she grabbed at the spindles of her old brass headboard, giving Jamie what he demanded. It felt good to give in, to surrender. He rewarded her with more pleasure. Sex with him felt like embracing a thunderstorm, riding a wild bronc. She absorbed him, savoring the rising crescendo of desire as every muscle in her body tightened for the imminent explosion.

“There you are. That’s it. Yeah.” He gritted his teeth, staring down into her eyes, the storm there stealing her breath. “Everything about you fucking turns me on. Come for me.”

She couldn’t have held back for anything. Blood rushed, tingles converged, the universe parted. Angels freaking wept.

As he tensed and slammed into her again, Bristol’s world crashed open, blotting out all but him. The pleasure that twisted her body wiped away everything in her head. The orgasm was too big to hold inside. She opened her mouth to beg Jamie for some way to handle the battering ram of ecstasy. The only sound that came out of her mouth was a low-pitched, animal wail.

He followed her with hammering strokes and a long, raspy growl that sounded an awful lot like her name as he shuddered.

Then he stopped, all but collapsing on his elbows above her. He planted his face in her neck, his panting breaths rolling over her skin.

He’d stolen everything from her and made her feel as if she’d been run over by a train. She didn’t have the energy to even open her eyes, but she did let go of the headboard and wrap her arms around him.

“What the fuck was that?” he muttered.

“No idea.” And somehow she wondered if her world would ever be the same.

Jamie lifted his head, his dark eyes shining with mischief. “Whatever it was, we definitely have to do it again.”

Chapter Four

Bristol bent to bag a few cookies from the display case for Mrs. Barton’s three kids and swallowed back a moan of discomfort. But putting up with the occasional twinge was a small price to pay for the enormous pleasure Jamie had given her last night.

True to his word, after that first gotta-have-it rush, he’d slowed the pace down and loved her with finessed, insatiable perfection. As their damp bodies glided together in a furious passion, he’d taken her over and over, leaving her breathless and stunned…yet still aching for him.

Clearly, he knew his way around a woman’s body.

As she secured the cookies in the little white bag, Bristol sighed.

The Barton kids whooped and cheered as she handed the confections to their mom. “Thanks. Enjoy!”

After a cheerful wave, the family tumbled out into the sunshine. Once they were gone, Bristol’s thoughts drifted back to the previous night. She should wipe what was probably a stupid, sappy grin from her face. But her body still hummed with a well-loved satisfaction she’d never imagined.

And when Jamie hadn’t been touching her last night—which seemed constantly—he’d talked to her. About her family, her coffeehouse, her favorite movies, fondest memories…everything. He didn’t talk much about himself. In fact, he’d artfully dodged most of her attempts to learn more about him. She knew some about his childhood and that, as an adult, he was a wanderer. She knew he considered his number of true friends very small. The man obviously preferred privacy. And Bristol didn’t pry. As much as she enjoyed being with him, as much as he intrigued her, Jamie wouldn’t be in her life past Tuesday night, provided she could even get him to stay long enough for her mother’s dinner. She didn’t want to find out everything about him and like him even more. She had to think fling. Temporary. Not getting attached. Romance really was nothing more than a fairy tale. Hayden and every guy she’d dated before him had proven that.