Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Again, Nora,” he demanded.
“Baby,” I rasped.
Even though I wouldn’t have imagined it was humanly possible, he drove in harder, faster, deeper, grunting, “Again.”
The orgasm rising and cresting in a second, clamping onto him with all four limbs (and other places as well), I did as told and came again.
“Yes,” he bit out then shoved his face in my neck, and I heard his deep groan while he hammered inside me, filling me with his seed.
Languidly, his thrusts slowed until he slid in to the root, and I felt his lips trail up my neck to below my ear, where he teased, “You don’t sound like an uptight society maven when you come.”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and fought smiling.
But my lips huffed, “I’m far from uptight.”
He lifted his head, looked down at me, and honest to God, it took everything in my power not to burst into tears at what I saw.
It wasn’t simply his usual handsomeness made more so (much, much more) from sex and satisfaction.
It wasn’t the natural magnetism and constant hum of energy that always exuded from him either.
It was the happiness he showed without hiding it in the slightest, which overlaid a deeper contentment that seemed so settled, anyone who didn’t know him would think it had always been there.
When it absolutely had not.
I’d given him that.
Me.
So yes, it took everything I had not to cry.
Instead, I rested my hand on his cheek.
He turned his head and kissed my palm.
I really, very much, and very deeply, and very delightfully loved this man.
He looked back at me.
He then kept teasing, “You sound like a wanton hussy.”
I gasped in (false) affront.
“It’s exquisitely hot,” he went on. “When you climaxed in my mouth, I thought I was going to come all over your satin comforter.”
“Don’t be vulgar, Jameson,” I admonished. I then educated, “And the comforter is the fluffy one, folded at the end. Under us is a coverlet.”
He grinned, white and wide, and muttered, “Right.”
“You’re not going to remember that, are you?”
“No, and not only because I don’t care what it’s called, but because you’ll be there to remind me.”
Oh dear.
I had to stop myself from crying again.
He slid out but immediately glided his hand over my hip and in between us to cup me tenderly.
Oh, wow.
What a lovely thing to do.
“Jamie,” I whispered.
“You okay here?” he whispered back.
“Yes,” I told him.
“I went hard.”
“I know, I was there. And if you’ll remember, I asked for that.”
His lips curved. “Totally a wanton hussy.”
I turned my head away to pretend he was annoying me.
“Nora,” he called.
I turned my head back.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
Oh no!
The tears came before I could even begin to try to stop them.
Jamie rolled us to our sides and held me close as I wept into his throat.
Abruptly, his arms tightened, and he ground out, “Fuck, I’m such a goddamned idiot for putting you through what I did.”
My tears stuttered to a halt as I pulled my face out of his throat to look up at him.
“You are not,” I retorted.
“Baby, look at the state of you.”
“These are happy tears.”
“Tears you wouldn’t have cried if I’d fucked you after that first thing we went to together, which was when I wanted to do it, but I wouldn’t admit to myself how much I wanted it.”
I loved to know that was when he wanted it, because that was when I wanted it too.
But we couldn’t dwell on that.
“Well, you didn’t do it then,” I stated emphatically. “You did it just now. And I don’t remember complaining.”
“You burst into tears,” he pointed out. “That’s pretty much the definition of a complaint.”
“I did so because, like I said, I’m happy. You make me happy Jameson Oakley. So stop ruining it.”
His lips twitched. “All right, sweetheart.”
“Don’t ever refer to yourself as an idiot again,” I commanded.
“Order received.”
“Now, while I clean up and put on an entrancing nightgown that will make you want to attack me again, as penance, you have to go get the sandwiches. Oh, and refresh my martini.”
He rolled me to my back, with him rolling his weight onto me, before he put his face close to mine and warned in an utterly scrumptious rough, deep tone, “I’m going to let you be bossy in this bed this once, darlin’. I suggest you don’t get used to it.”
I trembled beneath him.
He rewarded me with that roguish grin he’d given me the morning after we’d gone to Arizona, but this time it was better.
Because this time it disappeared because he was kissing me.
Oh yes.
Much better.
CHAPTER 10
SAINT LAURENT
Nora
Iwoke with Jamie’s hands moving over me.
“Darling,” I whispered.
Those hands became fingers fisted in the silk of my nightgown, jerking it up.
I shivered in anticipation and pressed back into him.
He shifted so his mouth was at my neck, and one of his hands dipped into the bodice of my nightdress, cupping a breast and rubbing a thumb over my nipple. His other hand dove between my legs, his middle finger working miracles, making me very happy I had not re-donned my panties the night before.