Page 29 of Bad Boy Husband

SADIE

Jameson kissed me in a way I’d never been kissed before—not even by him. There was an edge to this kiss that made it feel almost desperate, like he was drowning and I was the only way he could ever come back up for air.

I leaned into him, winding my arms around his neck like they’d always belonged there. My head spun, but thoughts didn’t matter right now anyway.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this probably wasn’t a good idea, but with Jameson’s body hard and hot against my own, his hands on my face like he was committing my features to memory, and his mouth fused to mine, I didn’t really care if it was smart or foolish.

I could practically feel his heart pounding, although it might also have been my own. There was a definite tension in his muscles that said his was pounding too. He let out a soft groan into my mouth, the kind that sounded like pure, intense relief, and the sound electrified every part of me.

It was the kind of kiss that made a girl feel fragile and protected, but also powerful, like she held his world in her hands.

He towered over me, strong and masculine, fierce in his own right, but at the same time, he was making me feel so precious and dear to him that I abandoned all pretense of this not being what I wanted.

It was exactly what I wanted. What I had wanted all those years ago and found myself wanting all over again now.

Despite everything Trent had said, Jameson and I had always had a strange connection, a chemistry I hadn’t been able to match with anyone else, and somehow, I felt like I knew him in ways even his best friend never had.

That wasn’t enough to convince me that he really had changed his ways. I honestly didn’t know if he was ready or even capable of settling down and being a faithful husband. Not now that I’d heard what a player he’d really been, but I also believed that he hadn’t cheated on Shelby with me.

For a minute there, I hadn’t wanted to believe it, but what he’d said in his explanation had rung true.

For a long time before we’d started hooking up, I’d had a crush on him.

I used to sneak glances his way whenever he was around, and inevitably, I’d always found him already looking right back at me.

I remembered his small, secret smirks. The quick winks. The smiles. Hell, I even remembered a healthy amount of barely there chin lifts. But one way or another, he’d always acknowledged me, no matter who else had been around.

As his tongue slid across my lips, I pushed my fingers into his thick, soft hair and held him closer to me, pressing my chest flush against his. A bolt of need shot through me and he responded the same way he always had, as if he instinctively knew what I was feeling.

Another soft groan came out of him and he dropped his hands to my ass, effortlessly lifting me against him and starting toward the stairs.

For a second, I wondered if there was any way we would make it up there in one piece, but my body was thrumming with desire, and oddly, there was a deep sense of trust underneath it all.

He won’t let me fall.

It was perhaps the single most dangerous thought to my own self-preservation I’d ever had, but right now, in this context, I knew it to be utterly true. He proved that he’d been deserving of that trust when he lowered me down on a mattress before I’d even realized we were upstairs.

Mouth back on mine an instant later, he crawled onto the mattress with me, covering my body with his own. He held some of his weight on his forearm on the bed next to my head, his thigh pressed between my legs.

My insides tightened at the slight friction, a quiet moan sliding out of me.

Jameson moved a hand to my hip, anchoring me to the mattress as he gently started rocking his hips.

He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against mine, those hazel eyes watching closely as wisps of pleasure raced through me.

His movements were tight and controlled, his breathing shaky, and his cheeks a little flushed. I stroked my fingers into his hair again, looking right into his eyes as I started moving with him.

Locked in this moment, I let myself forget all about the complications, the uncertainties, and the difficult stuff. I knew that later, I would blame it on having been caught in the heat of the moment, but I would cross that bridge when I got to it.

Right now, all that mattered, all I wanted, was this, right here, with him. He sucked in a sharp breath when I started grinding against him, his brow furrowing against my own. Our breathing mingled, harsh and short in the silence of the room.

“Sadie…” he whispered, trailing off.

I shook my head, taking his face between my palms and feeling my cheeks heat as the wisps of pleasure turned into delicious tendrils that wrapped themselves around my insides. “No, Jameson. Not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

A slow smirk spread on his lips. “I was going to ask if you’re sure you want to do this.”

“Do I not feel sure?”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t felt all of you yet.”

“Maybe it’s time you changed that, then.” My voice was breathy and soft, but he must’ve heard how serious I was because he shifted on top of me so that most of his body was at my side.

He ran a hand up the inside of my thigh, his fingers pausing to toy with the hem of my pajama shorts for a moment before he wrapped them around it and tugged. I lifted my butt just in time. The shorts were soft enough and short enough that it didn’t take much effort for him to peel them off.

My panties followed. His fingertips traced little patterns on my skin, just short of where I wanted them to be. A whimper I hadn’t intended to let out slipped past my lips and his gaze flew back to mine. The hazel of his eyes was nearly eradicated by his dilated pupils.

Brow slightly puckered, he let his fingers slowly drift up. His lips parted at first contact. Another whimper slid out of me, my body tensing in anticipation. My breath caught, his fingertips much too gentle as he stroked between my folds.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, eyes darkening even more. “Fuck, Sadie. I wasn’t going to…”

“Yes,” I finished for him. “Yes, you are. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

He scoffed, nearly making me shout with relief when his thumb flicked across my swollen clit. “I’m never not going to want to. All I want is you, Sades. Was I not clear about that?”

I spread my legs wider. “Maybe you should be a little clearer.”

He shot me another one of those irresistible smirks, but then his hands and his body suddenly disappeared and he rolled off the bed. Somehow, I knew he wasn’t going far, though. It turned out I was right.

Jameson stood next to the bed, gaze raking across every exposed inch of me. He kicked off his sweats and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth movement. I hadn’t realized it before, but he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and just like that, he was entirely naked.

I sucked in a breath, not even knowing where to look first. I sat up anyway, though.

Suddenly, it seemed super important to get myself naked even while I drank in as much of the view as I could.

The lights were on in my room, and while the thought of what he must be seeing should’ve probably made me self-conscious, it just didn’t.

As he produced a condom from a drawer, I pushed my robe off my shoulders and crossed my arms at the hem of my shirt, pulling it off as fast as he had.

Jameson tossed the condom onto the bed and watched me without saying a word, but he rolled his lips into his mouth as he looked at me like he was about to devour me whole.

I was probably looking at him the same way, though.

Time had been very, very kind to the guy.

He’d always been well built, but these days, those suits hid the body of a demigod, bulging, chiseled, and defined in all the right places.

He was all dips and rises, hard-edged with that perfect V between his hips.

His hair was messy from having had my fingers in it, his lips a little swollen from all our kisses.

After dragging my gaze over his broad shoulders and strong legs, I finally let my eyes wander to his cock.

He’d been one of the first guys I’d ever been with and just the memory of what he could do with that thing made a rush of heat pool between my legs.

When I finally looked back up into his eyes, another smirk was gracing his lips, but this one seemed tight. Uncomfortable.

“Still like what you see?” he asked, but his voice was raspy and sharp, like he was waiting for someone to fire a starting pistol and his entire being was braced to go.

I tilted my head, swallowing past the urge to lighten up the moment in favor of being honest. “More than ever.”

As if that had been exactly the starting pistol he’d been waiting for, the mattress dipped when he climbed back onto it. Then he was on top of me again, holding me close. His lips crashed into mine. Our kisses were more frenzied, wetter and sloppier as need burned between us.

I angled my hips, feeling like I wouldn’t be able to breathe until he was inside me, and he whispered curses in my mouth. His arm stretched to the side of the bed. The soft rip of foil rang out and he lifted himself off me to roll the condom on.

As soon as we were protected, the broad tip of him pushed at my entrance as his lips claimed mine once more. I kissed him hard, sparks of pleasure flying through me, and he thrust inside me.

Jameson and I might’ve had our issues in the past and we still had some in the present, but this? This we’d always been great at. We fit together as if we’d been made for each other, finding our rhythm as easily as if no time at all had passed since we’d last done this.

I lost myself in him, surrendering to the sensation and the familiarity even while so much of this also felt entirely new.

Jameson moved with me like we shared the same body.

His climax came only seconds into mine. The release swept through me from someplace deep inside, like the earth’s tectonic plates that moved against each other, building up such energy that when it released, it caused an earthquake.

My toes curled and my eyes slammed shut as I trembled underneath him.

Jameson kissed me one last time after I’d felt him swell inside me, groaning before he let out a shuddering breath. He stroked his fingers through my hair and dotted kisses on my jaw, my eyelids, and my forehead. Then he collapsed beside me.

I cuddled into him, forgetting for a moment that he wasn’t mine and that we weren’t actually back together. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, holding me tight until our breathing had returned to normal. “Sades, I’m just putting this out there, but if you want out, we can reconsider getting married. We can reconsider the timeline too. It’s up to you. I don’t expect you to just believe everything I said earlier.”

I came crashing back down to earth. Hard.

A whole different kind of tension wound through my body. He noticed, immediately letting go and rolling away from me. Before I’d even had time to begin thinking about what he’d said, he was out of bed and shoving his feet into his sweats.

“I won’t put any pressure on you. Just let me know what you want, okay?”

I hesitated to tell him that I didn’t want out. Honestly, right now, I would’ve hesitated if someone had asked me for my own name. His gaze met mine, held it for a beat, and then he nodded. The next thing I knew, he was gone and an ominous unease was twisting my gut into knots.

I’d known all along that making this work with him wouldn’t be easy, but I definitely hadn’t expected it to be this difficult—or to discover so many things about him that would make it infinitely more difficult.