She forced herself to tear her lips from his. A quick scan of the beach told her that nobody cared that she’d been ready to make a spectacle of both of them.
“Let’s get out of here.” It wasn’t a question. Jamie pulled her to her feet and crossed the sand like he was on a mission. “We’re taking off!” he yelled over the music in their friends’ general direction. Then with one arm around Jessica’s back, her take-charge boyfriend led her toward the dunes.
Chapter Twelve
JAMIE WAS HOT and bothered, hornier than a bunny on Viagra. The image of Jessica sucking his finger with that seductive look in her eyes that did him in every time played over and over in his mind. They were halfway to the dunes—the parking lot was three minutes away. Four, tops. And there was no way he was going to make it. He had to feel her against him. They were shrouded in darkness, far away from the band and the lights. He swept Jessica into his arms. Her eyes were at half-mast, full of desire and the same well of emotion he’d seen earlier. He was so far gone, he couldn’t ignore his feelings for her if his life depended on it. He forced himself to slow down. After how aggressively he’d taken her the first time, he wanted to cherish every inch of her, show her how good she could feel with tenderness instead of heady need. He ran his thumb over her lower lip and heard the breath leave her lungs.
“Jess.” He breathed deeply, reminding himself to be sweet and tender, and forcing his greediness away. He lowered his mouth, a whisper away from hers, so they were breathing the same air. He had to taste her, to feel the woman who had seared herself into his heart so fast. He dragged his tongue along the swell of her lower lip, and she inhaled a jagged breath. A seductive, intoxicating sound that nearly brought him to his knees. He grazed her lips with his, kissed her softly, resisting the urge to deepen the kiss. His hands slid down her back, and he felt her heat through the silky fabric of her dress. His tongue slid over hers, to the smooth enamel and jagged ridges of her teeth. Her jaw dropped open and she melted against him, giving herself over to him as she’d done from their very first kiss. Allowing him to lick the insides of her lips, the creases and corners, as he memorized every dip and curve of her sweet mouth.
He could barely think for the need to make love to her. He drew back, putting distance between their lips, if not their bodies. There was no way he was letting go of her.
Her eyes opened and her lips curved into a contented smile. “Hi.”
Her whisper brought his forehead to hers. “Hi.”
“Kiss me more,” she pleaded.
“I’m going to kiss you all night long.” His hands circled her waist, lifting her into his arms. Her legs wrapped seamlessly around him as their lips met again in another interminable kiss.
He parted from her delicious lips, and his powerful legs carried them up the sandy path to the top of the dunes. Jessica rested her head on his shoulder, her hot breath on his neck, and ran her fingers through the ends of his hair.
“Hurry,” she whispered, as he picked up her flip-flops from where she’d left them.
The word shot through him like a bullet. The temperature had dropped, and a chilly breeze swept over them. Her body was so amazingly soft as she gripped him tighter and cuddled closer.
“Dune or bed?”
“Whatever’s fastest,” she answered.
He tangled his hand in her hair and tugged softly, so he could see her eyes.
“Baby, I want to love every inch of your body the way you deserve to be loved. I want you to feel how good your body is capable of feeling, learn each of your most sensitive spots. Hurrying is the last thing on my mind.”
Her eyes went dark. “Bed.”
He carried her to the car and settled her into the passenger seat. He loved taking care of her. Jamie climbed into the driver’s seat and leaned over for another kiss. Bed. Bed. Bed. He started the car and set one hand on her thigh as he drove. He tried to pay attention to the road, but his eyes darted toward Jessica.
“Home,” she whispered.
Less than five minutes later they were unlocking the door to her apartment. Jessica fumbled with the keys as Jamie kissed the back of her neck, his hands exploring her taut stomach.
She turned in his arms and held her hands up by her head, surrendering herself to him again. “I can’t unlock…”
He settled his mouth on the curve of her neck.
“Unlock the door,” she whispered.
He pressed his hips to hers and held her wrists against the door.
“I think it’ll be a little embarrassing if everyone comes home and finds us like this right here on your deck.” Just the thought had his body twitching.
She strained against his hold, craned her neck, trying to kiss him. He lowered his mouth, leaving a sliver of air between them.
“Jamie…” she said with pleading eyes. “Open. The. Door.”
He slid her wrists closer together against the smooth wood and held them both in one hand.
“Now you’re just getting demanding.” He smiled up at her as he kissed her.
“Please open the door? You’re killing me.”
His heart sank, and he released her wrists. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, babe.” He cupped her cheek, and she leaned forward and kissed him.
“No, silly. You’re killing me in a good way.” She handed him the keys, then wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her cheek to his chest.
He blew out a relieved sigh.
“We need a safe word.” He fumbled with the keys.
“Safe word? Like to make you stop?”
Jamie closed the door behind them and tossed the keys on the table. He wrapped his arms around her waist and touched his forehead to hers.
“Yeah. You know, so I know I won’t hurt you.”
She furrowed her brow, obviously thinking it over. “What if I hurt you?”
He laughed. “I somehow doubt that’s going to happen.”
“What if I tie you up and it’s too tight? Or I do something you don’t like?” She pressed both hands against his chest and smiled playfully up at him.
“Tie me up? I thought you’d only been with one other guy.”
“Two. You, remember?” She slipped off her flip-flops and tossed her long hair over her shoulder.
“And you want to tie me up?” Jamie arched a brow.
“No. Not now.” Her cheeks pinked up and she turned away.
He turned her by the shoulders and drew her closer to him. “You can tie me up, tie me down, or ride me to heaven and back, Jess. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
She placed her hands softly on his chest again in what he’d come to think of as her spot. “I don’t know what I’ll want to do, but if I need a safe word, then I want you to have one, too.”
“So this is all about being fair?” The side of his mouth quirked up. “Okay, how about the word red?”
“Red?”
“Red.”
She slid her hands beneath his shirt and pushed it up to his armpits. She pressed her lips to his abs and trailed kisses up to his pecs, making every nerve stand on end.
“Then if I say green, does that mean go?” she asked.
He pulled her dress over her head and the air rushed from his lungs.
“Green. Green. Green,” she whispered.