Page 16 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster) (Silver Foxes of Black Wolf’s Bluff #5)
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“ Y ou can ride back with your brother and Chloe,” Iris assured Krista. “Their hotel is closer to your apartment than mine is, anyway.”
“Mom—”
“Come on, Kris,” Adam put in, throwing his arm around his sister’s shoulders. “Let me give you a ride home.”
“I rode here with Mom,” Krista hissed at her brother.
“And you’re riding home with me.” Adam got that stubborn look on his face that he’d perfected through his teenage years. “Mom wants to hang out with Jamie a little longer, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But—”
“Krista,” Iris interrupted, grateful for Jamie’s arm around her shoulders, lending his silent support. “I will see you in the morning. We’ve already got breakfast planned with Adam and Chloe before they leave.”
Her son and his fiancée had a cabin rented for a little getaway of their own before they headed back to Seattle.
As embarrassing as it was to argue with her daughter about staying to have sex with Jamie—not that she was explicitly saying that, but after their display on the dock, she had zero doubt everyone standing here knew what was going to happen between herself and Jamie tonight—at least the breakfast in the morning gave her a reason to see her daughter within an established timeline. She hoped that would suffice.
Not likely, but Iris wasn’t giving in on this. She was an adult, and she’d made her decision.
Just the thought had her heart thumping with anticipation.
Adam was ushering his protesting sister over to his car, where he practically shoved her into the back seat.
Chloe shot Iris a sympathetic look before giving her a little wave and getting into the car as well.
“We’ll see you in the morning, Mom,” Adam called as he opened the driver’s side door.
Iris hoped her appreciation of his interference showed in the smile she gave him.
Her son shot Jamie a salute and joined the others in the car.
She didn’t move while the vehicle backed out, and gave the kids a wave as they headed down the driveway.
Finally. Her shoulders slumped in relief.
“Well,” Michael said, voice cheeky, “I’ll see you guys later.” He turned to walk off, whistling.
“Not likely!” Jamie called after his son. “And don’t come over for leftovers!”
“Jamie!”
Jamie laughed at her protest. “We have a very open relationship, trust me. And he would show up for leftovers if I didn’t warn him.
” He gave her a squeeze. “I don’t want that.
” He turned her in his arms to face him, ducking down until their eyes met.
“I don’t want anything to interrupt me from being with you—if that’s what you’re ready for. Did I read that right?”
“Yes,” she said quietly, a blush hitting her cheeks. “Yes, you read that right.”
Jamie let out a whoop. Without warning he lifted her off her feet to whirl her around. “What are we waiting for?”
Michael’s laughter floated through the air from the door of the bunkhouse before he went inside and shut them out. Iris let a chuckle escape. “I think we were waiting for privacy, but since we have that…”
Jamie took her lips, his kiss long and sweet. When he finally released her mouth, his voice was rough with need. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
She cupped his cheek, her thumb gliding along his cheekbone. How had she managed to be gifted a chance with a man like him? “So I gather. I appreciate the patience.”
He settled her back onto her feet and ushered her toward the door. “It’s nothing less than you deserve.”
The words softened her heart, and told her everything she needed to know about trusting Jamie in this moment.
Her own husband had stopped caring about what she deserved, and yet here was a man who cared enough that he had kept his own desires on hold until she was ready.
The thought shouldn’t amaze her—it was basic human decency, right?
She would do the same for him—but it did.
The secure clasp of Jamie’s hand grounded her as they walked down the hall toward his bedroom.
She’d been here before, but tonight was different.
Tonight she would take her clothes off, give herself to Jamie in this room.
She was grateful he didn’t turn on the overhead light or the lamps near the bed—that might have made her feel like she had a spotlight on her.
Showing Kirk her body had been easy; after all, he’d lived through all the changes time had wrought on her physical appearance along with her.
Jamie hadn’t. He was seeing all of her for the first time, and though she wasn’t ashamed of her body, she also wasn’t experienced enough to have zero concerns.
She shouldn’t have. Jamie left her at the door, walked to the bathroom, turned on the lights, and closed the door halfway, giving them light to see but not so much that Iris felt self-conscious.
There was enough light that the hungry look in his eyes was clear as he returned to where she stood, just inside the bedroom, and took her hand once more.
Jamie walked her toward the bed. “Take off your shoes, Iris.”
She slipped her sandals off. Jamie did the same, dropping his shoes and socks onto the floor beside the bed, then scooted up to the pillows. “Come here, beautiful.”
The endearment made her smile. She crawled up the bed on hands and knees, watching Jamie watch her. Desire rose, and she gave herself over to it. When she reached Jamie, she leaned in and kissed him.
Jamie hummed with pleasure. Cupping her face, he held her to him, kissing her again, then again, as he guided her body down beside his.
Lying together on the bed like this, fully clothed, reminded her of the times she and Kirk had made out as young adults, everything over the clothing until they’d been engaged, and even then they’d been careful not to go too far.
She didn’t have to restrain herself with Jamie—she knew where this was leading, and she couldn’t wait.
Still, Jamie kept things PG long enough to drive her to frustration.
She knew what he was doing, leading her into a mindlessness that would eliminate any misgivings, allow her to fully enjoy them being together without fear or worry.
Still, it wasn’t long before she was straining against him, arching her body into his touch, desperate for him to stop going slowly and take her clothes off, give her the touch she truly needed—against her bare skin, not with the barrier of their clothes separating them.
When a whine escaped her, Jamie chuckled. “Did you need something, baby?”
The smack of her hand against his chest was less playful and more irritated, which drew a full-on laugh from her partner. She opened her eyes and scowled at him. “Keep laughing and this isn’t going to last long,” she muttered, only half playful.
Jamie’s grin didn’t diminish, but he did cup her face and draw her in for a soft kiss. “I don’t think it’s going to last long anyway.”
True, not if her body had its way.
“Undress me,” she whispered against his mouth. It was something she could do herself, but she’d had dreams of Jamie taking off her clothes, revealing her skin inch by slow inch as he explored and admired.
Maybe Jamie had had those same fantasies, because his smile turned almost feral. “Gladly.”
Her T-shirt was easiest. He raised it up her body slowly, gaze intent, taking in every inch that was revealed.
She lifted her arms, and Jamie pulled the material over her head.
When she could see again, he had eased down her body, his breath ghosting across her skin as he skimmed his mouth over her stomach.
His tongue lightly traced stretch marks, pale silver now with age, the scar from her appendectomy—marks of the wars her body had fought.
He came to the valley just below her breasts, and she sucked in a breath as he nipped at the front clasp of the bra she’d changed into after her shower earlier.
“Jamie.”
Was that her voice, husky, needy? How long had it been since she’d felt drowned in desire?
So long.
“Iris.” Deft fingers quickly opened the clasp, and Jamie wasted no time peeling back one cup, revealing a quivering breast topped with a rock-hard nipple.
“Please,” she begged.
His wet tongue swept across the tip. Her back arched on instinct, doing its own begging.
When his lips closed over that aching point and sucked it inside his mouth, the relief was instantaneous. So was the hunger. She couldn’t help it—she clasped his head, pulling him closer, begging for more with both her body and her words.
And Jamie obliged.
She wasn’t certain when his fingers slipped under the soft skirt she wore and found the edge of her panties.
She didn’t care. All she knew was the need rising inside her.
Jamie tugged gently, her underwear and her nipple, until she was writhing beneath him and her core was bare.
And then a thick, hard finger found her center and slipped inside.
“Jamie!” Her legs fell open, her body arching convulsively.
His mouth left her breast. “That’s my girl.
Give yourself over, Iris.” He thrust into her.
The pad of his thumb found her clit, and Iris must have been much more primed than she realized, because all it took was another glide of his finger inside her, the hard press of his thumb, and she detonated just like that.
“Oh my God!”
He fingered her through her orgasm, driving her higher, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body that it would allow. When she finally collapsed, he brushed his mouth over her panting lips. “Good girl.”
She groaned, her body already stirring again just at his words.
The bed moved as Jamie did something—removed his clothes, maybe?
She was too blissed out to look, but the next thing she felt was rough hair, smooth skin, and hard muscles against her body.
Jamie tugged her skirt down until she was naked, then aligned them together.
The quiver that rocked him filled her with a feminine confidence she’d never known before.
He tucked his face into her neck and groaned. “Iris.”
She ran her hands down the length of his bare back. “Do you have condoms?”
“I damn well do,” he rasped. Rolling backward, he reached for the bedside table. When he rolled back, he held a silver packet between his fingers.
Wanting to give him pleasure the way he had her, she took the condom from him.
“Let me.” Pushing against his shoulder, she eased him onto his back and, ignoring the self-consciousness that tried to rise, moved over him until she was straddling his legs.
The thick, hard penis rising so close to her core made her mouth water.
She had the condom covering him in less than a minute, and though she wasn’t strictly ready for another orgasm yet, she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him filling her up, and so she eased above him and slowly drove her body down onto his.
Her core opened around him, a snug fit that felt oh so good.
When she looked to his face, Jamie’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breath panting, and as that last few centimeters entered her body, he arched beneath her, his expression telling her he couldn’t resist even if he’d tried.
The head of his cock hit the back of her, and they both groaned. “Oh God, Jamie.”
His fingers bit into her hips. “Give me a minute.”
She chuckled, though the sound was strained. Her legs settled on either side of his hips, and she felt her clit mash into the hair at his pelvis as she let her weight rest on him. A moan rose in her throat.
A curse left Jamie’s mouth.
Iris waited there in the quiet, closing her eyes. Her focus went to her core, to the pulse of Jamie’s body inside hers, the feel of him breathing beneath her. After half a minute or so, a sigh left him, and his hands rose to stroke her sides, her stomach, her breasts. She opened her eyes.
Jamie was watching her, gaze intent, eyes narrowed. His fingers pinched lightly at her nipples, stopping her breath. “Okay?” he asked.
“I should be asking you that.” Planting her hands on either side of his shoulders, she leaned over and brought their mouths together. “You feel perfect inside me.”
The kick of his erection told her how much he appreciated her words. “You feel perfect around me, Iris.” One hand continued its attention at her breast, and the other dropped to push between their bodies until he found her clit. “I can’t wait, beautiful.”
She lifted just enough to allow him access.
“Me either.” As she kissed him, she rolled her hips, rising along his length, then dropping down.
Jamie kissed her back, the movement desperate, and thrust up hard into her next drop.
Again and again their bodies met, their tongues tangling, as Iris chased the high she knew Jamie could give her.
It wasn’t long before he pulled his mouth away. “I can’t—”
“Come, Jamie. It’s all right. Come for me.
” She quickened her pace, rising and falling, and felt the beginning of her own climax just on the horizon.
Jamie gripped her hips, pulling and pushing, and his orgasm struck, arching his body, straining every muscle as it took him over.
Iris fought his hold, continuing her ride, continuing to strain until she, too, went over the edge, falling into the abyss of pleasure alongside the man beneath her.
The man she hadn’t been looking for. The one she didn’t want to let go. Not now. Maybe not ever.