Page 17 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster) (Silver Foxes of Black Wolf’s Bluff #5)

Seventeen

J amie woke, spooned tightly behind Iris’s back, after a long night of sleep—and other things—just like he’d dreamed of for months.

He’d known that when Iris finally let him in, she would be the sweetest he’d ever tasted, and last night had proved him right.

Not that he’d had a chance to taste her, but it was definitely on his wish list.

Lord, she felt so good in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. But he couldn’t say that, not yet. She might have given him her body, but pushing for more would only scare her off. Better to let her get used to the vulnerability between them first.

Dawn was just peaking over the horizon, lightening the cream curtains and giving the room a faint glow that echoed off of Iris’s bare shoulder.

He brushed a kiss over that creamy skin, breathed in her scent—woman and sex and something sweet—and forced himself to slide out of the bed, pad across the room, and enter the bath to get cleaned up.

When he exited, tugging his T-shirt over his head, Iris was just stirring in the bed. He smiled as she rolled onto her back and shot a frown his way. “It’s too early to get up.”

He moved to her side of the bed, his heart skipping a beat at the thought— her side of the bed. “You can drift back off if you want.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven.”

She shook her head. “I need to swing by the apartment before I meet the kids this morning, change clothes.”

“Want some coffee?”

“God, yes.” The frown reappeared. “I’m not a morning person.”

He chuckled. “You don’t say.” He pressed a short, sharp kiss to her lips before she could protest, then moved back. “Bathroom is all yours if you want to shower. Work out some of the kinks?”

She pushed up to sit, and a groan left her lips. “How did you know?”

“That you’d be sore?” He admired the view of her bare breasts in the morning light. “Good guess.”

“Mmm.” Iris raised her arms high, seeming unselfconscious about the view she provided as she stretched. Or maybe she was teasing him. The satisfied smile she shot his way could mean anything. “Hot water does sound good. You’ll make the coffee?”

He adjusted himself behind the fly of his jeans. “Unless you want company.”

“Not before I brush my teeth.”

Her response made him laugh. “How did I know you’d be a ‘let me brush my teeth first’ woman?”

“Because you’re smart.” She stood, and he got his first glimpse of the full length of her naked body in the daylight. If he’d thought his zipper was tight before, that was nothing compared to now. “Give me five minutes.”

He watched her cross the room, displaying a mouthwatering backside that made his breath come quicker, but he didn’t move.

Instead he watched the clock on his side of the bed, ticking down the minutes.

Just as the second hand moved into place, the door to the bathroom opened.

Iris didn’t say anything, didn’t peek through, but the door left ajar was an invitation he wasn’t about to turn down.

How had he gotten lucky enough to find this woman and claim her for himself?

Iris waited inside the walk-in shower, the warm water falling on her upturned face.

Arms raised, fingers pushing the thick fall of her bangs back, she was a goddess waiting for her lover.

Waiting for him. A shiver shook him as he undressed, his dick aching with a need that had nothing to do with the divine.

Iris awakened a hunger in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

She made him want, not just the physical act of penetration, but the feel of silken skin and a warm mouth, a tongue dancing with his, heavy breasts resting in his hands, against his lips.

He wanted all of her, and he wanted it now.

Last night hadn’t been nearly enough to sate him.

Sliding into the shower behind her, he breathed in the steam and heat.

He moved in close, nestled his rigid shaft along the small of her back.

The wet glide of her skin against him kicked his desire up another notch.

Arms closing around her waist, he pulled her tight against him and dropped his mouth to the slope where neck met shoulder.

“Iris,” he groaned against her skin. Droplets of water awaited his tongue, and he lapped them up one by one, feeling Iris shift against him, her back arching to give him access.

The flesh of her stomach had that distinct feminine curve from belly button to mound, the one that testified to the babies she’d carried inside her—he traced a line down, down, down until he reached her center, then flattened his palm and began a slow massage designed to heighten her need to the same level as his.

“Oh.” Iris widened her stance, allowing him deeper.

It wasn’t enough for him. He hooked the back of her knee and lifted, settling her foot on the low bench that made up one wall of the shower, and gloried in the access it gave him.

All those delicate folds and crevices awaiting the simple glide of his fingertips that could bring Iris so much pleasure.

This wasn’t like last night. Oh, he’d taken his time seducing her, but once they’d gotten their clothes off, there had been no stopping the rush to the finish.

This was lazy, leisurely, easygoing and oh so good.

He could feel the slick glide of cream between Iris’s legs, the evidence of her arousal, hear the gradual increase of her breath as excitement rose.

The rocking of her pelvis against his fingers became more and more deliberate.

Iris sought out the touches that brought her the most pleasure, teaching him how to arouse her, what worked for her and what didn’t.

He studied each and every move, a willing student of her guidance even as his own tension rose higher and higher.

But he held on, focusing on her, until her soft cries turned to begging.

“Jamie, please. Please!”

Shifting back a couple of steps, Jamie took Iris with him, giving them space, then pressed a firm hand against her back to bend her over.

Instinct had her placing her hands on the shower wall, her spine a gorgeous arch before him and that amazing ass on full display.

He lined himself up, then hesitated. A curse left him.

“What is it?”

“I forgot a condom,” he explained, voice rough with need.

“Oh.” Rising, Iris turned to face him. “Um…”

He pulled her close. “I can run get one.”

She hesitated, uncertainty in her eyes. “Have you—” She cleared her throat. “Have you been tested…um…recently?”

She hadn’t had this conversation before, he could tell.

Of course she hadn’t. But he was proud of her for standing up for her safety instead of giving in to what she might think he wanted.

“I have.” He traced a thumb along the full line of her lips.

“After the first time I kissed you. I wasn’t taking any chances. ”

The tension in her shoulders relaxed. “Really?”

“Really.” His lips quirked into a grin. “I have the printout to prove it, too.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

Surprise shot through him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“What about birth control?” he asked.

“I had to have a hysterectomy when I was forty.”

No chance of getting pregnant then. “So…”

She tipped her head. “So…”

He squeezed her waist. “You’re going to have to say it, Iris.”

Her teeth caught her lower lip, and he thought for a moment she wouldn’t tell him what she wanted, but his woman was braver than that. “You can take me without a condom, Jamie.”

This time it was his tension that released.

He took her mouth hard, exploring, tangling, tasting until they were both breathless.

Only then did he release her. “Are you absolutely certain?” Because he’d get himself out in the damn cold air to get a condom if it meant the difference between having her and not.

Her stare was candid, rock steady. “I’m absolutely certain.”

“Thank God.”

“Hey,” she said, turning herself around and throwing him a look over her shoulder, “shouldn’t it be me you’re thanking?”

“Oh, I’ll thank you, all right.” And he did—with his fingers, his tongue, in every way he could imagine, until she was back to begging and he had her bent over before him.

The heat of her core enveloped his dick, so intense he had to pause before he lost all control.

And then he was sliding inside, feeling every subtle nuance of her body, every shift and breath.

The head of his cock met that sweet spot just under her cervix, and her breath choked off.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He retreated, advanced, making certain to rub that spot with each entry.

“That’s it.” He gripped her hip hard with one hand.

With his other, he reached beneath her and palmed a breast, thumbing her hard nipple to heighten her pleasure.

Iris arched into his touch with a cry. “That’s good.

So good, Iris.” He crooned to her, feeling her body tighten down on his shaft, feeling her cream coat him as her pleasure rose. “Come on, beautiful. Come for me.”

Iris pushed back against him, straining, straining. Jamie fought to hold on, to hold off. He brought his hand to her clit, and with one press of his finger circling her most sensitive spot, she let go.

“That’s it.” The words were strained, a hoarse declaration of both her own pleasure and his.

That delicious peak overtook him. Iris pressed against the wall, forcing herself as close as she could get to him, even as he pressed forward, body shaking with each jet inside her.

The knowledge that he was bare mixed with his climax, threatening to blow off the top of his head.

By the time he finished, he was slumped over her, holding them both up by some barely remembered instinct, knowing only that he didn’t want to slip from her body until he absolutely had to.

Long minutes later, they slumped to the bench together.

“Jamie.” Iris’s voice was husky, and damned if that didn’t make him a little proud. “This is…”

He waited for her to find her words.

“This is so much more than I expected.”

When she didn’t elaborate, he spoke over the thumping of his heartbeat. “Is that good or bad?”

A faint smile touched her lips. “Good.” She raised sated eyes to him. “I can’t say it doesn’t scare me, but I’m not going to run.”

He leaned in, unable to resist the need to take her mouth, take her promise direct from her lips. “Thank you.”

Her smile became a full-on grin. “You got it right this time.”

“Hey, I know who to thank.” He matched her grin. “Especially if you tell me we can do this again.”

“Yes, we definitely can.”

He slid from the bench onto his knees and positioned himself between her legs. “Then I’ll have to perform a proper thank-you.”

Her eyes went wide. Iris straightened on the bench. “Will you?”

“I definitely will.” He’d wanted to taste her, and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass. He licked the side of one knee. Her thigh. Higher. “Hold on tight.”

A long time later, Iris’s “you’re welcome” was barely audible, but it was the smile on her face that told him everything he wanted to know.