Page 35 of Bad Boy Husband
SADIE
My heart was doing things that absolutely could not be healthy. Pounding flips, leaps, and jumps made it feel like there was a raucous dance party being held in my chest. I knew what it was all about, though.
I hadn’t expected to feel it so intensely, but I was excited . Beyond excited, actually.
Everything Jameson had said today had scared the ever-loving crap out of me. Coming from any other person, it would’ve made me tuck tail and run to the opposite end of the earth, but looking into his eyes, seeing how genuine and sincere he was, it had made me feel secure.
I hadn’t associated that feeling with Jameson Westwood in years. Snippets of it here and there, sure, but today had been a game-changer for me. Today, he had let me in and it felt so good that I melted into him now, winding my arms around his neck and practically feeling my guards slide down.
My heart kept doing its crazy thing. My lips curved into a smile and I kissed him like the ship was going down. Jameson groaned into my mouth, his tongue stroking mine with the same kind of fervent energy I felt building inside.
In that moment, I stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop. Whatever was going to happen would happen, but we were getting married in just a couple of weeks and things were definitely getting real.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked without breaking the kiss, gently walking me backward. His hands ran along my arms until his fingers wound around mine. “Tell me.”
My smile widened. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just happy, is all.”
“Yeah?” I suddenly felt his lips curve, his fingers tightening around my own. “Good. So am I.”
Our mouths crashed together again and sparks flew through me at the sensation of him towering over me, most of our fronts touching as his tongue delved deeper.
We fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and laughter.
We kept kissing, shedding each other’s clothes and making out like we used to.
The mattress was a lot more comfortable than the bed of the old pickup on the ranch. I finally allowed myself to revisit those moonlit memories of moans under the stars. They blended with his hands on me now, so strong and sure when they used to be more hesitant and urgent at the same time.
I pulled his shirt off, tossing it away without caring where it landed and running my fingertips over the smooth hardness of his abdomen.
He sucked in a breath and let out a quiet groan into my mouth, but he didn’t stop what he was doing until I was completely naked, every cell in my body on fire and as sensitive as it had ever been.
Feather-light touches dragged up my side. His palm folded around my ribs and cupped one of my breasts. Soft moans escaped me, though I didn’t know if they were protests because he wasn’t going any further or encouragement to keep doing exactly what he was doing.
For his part, Jameson seemed to be getting as worked up as I was, his cock like solid concrete against my lower belly. Heat raced through me, turning my blood to molten lava and the space between my legs into a pool.
“Jameson,” I murmured breathlessly, my nipples as hard as diamonds and my insides already tightening. “I…”
I trailed off when I felt his palm moving, barely grazing my skin but heading in the right direction. As his fingers curved around my thigh, reaching between us, he slowed our kiss and lifted his head away from mine.
“You’re sure about this, right?” he murmured into my mouth, hazel eyes so full of lust but also completely serious. “Even after everything you saw today?”
I frowned, a little confused about why he was bringing that up when I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. He had to be feeling the same. I stared into his eyes and gave him an honest answer.
“Everything I saw today made me more confident than ever. I’m sure about this. All of it.”
Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. My breath caught when I watched his eyelids flutter shut and his lips part in response. “That part of yourself that you showed me today is so freaking sexy to me. Because it’s real, and it’s vulnerable, and it’s you.”
As I spoke, I stroked him up and down, slowly at first, but increasing my pace as I saw my words hit their target. The tension eased out of Jameson’s shoulders and he adjusted them a little, rolling back just enough to give me proper access.
All day long, he’d been on edge, worried, and more than anything else, honest. It was my turn to open up to him now. I felt the hot length of him against my fingers, the thick veins, and the slight wetness at the tip, and another moan slid out of me.
“I want you now more than ever, Jamie.” I barely got the words out before he was on top of me, rich brown hair messy and falling over his forehead as he planted a hand on either side of my body and lifted himself over me.
A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Something warm softened the heat smoldering in those hazel eyes. “Well, I guess that’s a good thing because you’ve got me, Sadie Shepard. All of me.”
With that, he ducked his head and started kissing a hot, wet path from my jaw to my collarbone, to my chest, and finally sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
He brought his free hand between my legs and groaned when he felt me, sliding his thumb to my clit and beginning to draw tight, slippery circles around it.
I groaned, my legs falling open wider. I tried to reach for him again, but he shifted his hips so his cock would be out of my reach and murmured against my skin.
“Uh-uh. I waited a long time to be able to have my way with you like this. If you touch me again right now, it’ll be over before it’s even started. ”
“What are you talking about, a long time?” A husky giggle bubbled out of me. “We were together last night.”
“Yeah, but tonight, you really do know everything there is to know about me and you’re still here. That means something.”
He moved his head lower and lower, licking and nipping on the way down. I stroked my fingers through his hair, panting. “It didn’t mean something last night?”
“Of course, it did.” He scoffed quietly. “It’s just that tonight, I don’t have to worry about you running away from me tomorrow, screaming your head off about my predilections .”
“Says who?” I cocked my head at him, a grin spreading on my lips despite the fire in my veins. “I don’t know anything about your predilections just yet.”
He pumped his eyebrows at me, eyes on mine, and he sucked a patch of skin on my hip into his mouth and released it with a wet smack of a kiss. “For starters, I want your hands above your head. They’ll stay there. If they move, I stop.”
“Seriously?” I groaned but raised my arms and let them rest on the pillows behind me. “Do you always need to be in control?”
“When it comes to making you feel good? Absolutely.” He ran his hands along my thighs and took my knees in a firm grip, shoving them apart a little more roughly than I was used to from him.
“Those will stay there too. I’ve got some specialized rope for this at home.
It’s never been used,” he added as something of an afterthought.
His features hardened for a moment before he grinned at me.
“I’ve always been interested in giving it a try, though.
For now, we’ll have to make do without you being tied up, but that involves you being a good girl and doing what I say. ”
My eyebrows shot up, but a bolt of desire also raced through me. What is it about being called a good girl that’s so darn sexy?
I’d never experienced it before in real life, but I couldn’t deny the goosebumps that broke out across my skin, turning my nipples even harder. Jameson must’ve noticed because he reached for one of my breasts and gave the peak a gentle pinch.
“You like that, do you? Good,” he murmured, though it seemed more to himself than to me. Positioning his head between my legs, he glanced up with a surprisingly sharp warning in his eyes. “Remember, you move your hands or your legs, and I stop.”
“You’re really bossy.” I wasn’t complaining. It was hot. “I didn’t know that.”
He smirked. “Okay, so maybe I was wrong before. Maybe you don’t know everything there is to know about me just yet.”
With that, he focused on the very most private part of me and licked a line through my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth and making my hips fly off the bed. He hadn’t said anything about those staying still.
Incomprehensible moans fell out of me as he got going. His mouth and his hands worked together to create magic. I didn’t even try to fight it, struggling to keep my hands and legs in place but otherwise surrendering to him completely.
At one point, I lost the battle and my fingers flew into his hair when he hooked a fingertip inside me.
He stopped, withdrawing entirely, proving how serious he’d been.
I didn’t make the same mistake again. Lips, teeth, tongue, and hands on me, he brought me to the edge a couple times before finally letting me tumble over.
And holy hell, when I did, the orgasm crashed into me like it was determined to knock me straight into a different plane of existence. Pleasure exploded deep within like a supernova, a colossal burst of starlight that momentarily blinded me, tightening my muscles and curling my toes.
Panting in the aftermath, my ears were still ringing. I opened my eyes to find Jameson breathing hard as he watched me. I didn’t even wait to recover, sitting up shakily and pushing him back on the mattress by his shoulders.
My hands were still trembling when I wrapped them around his shaft, pumping the rock-hard length a few times before I leaned over and took him into my mouth without any fanfare.
Jameson let out a sound that was remarkably like a growl, his fingers wrapping around my hair and holding it tight as his hips rolled, his own need clearly getting the better of him.
I loved it, though. Absolutely loved that I could make a man like him lose control. It didn’t take long before I felt him swell in my mouth, but he pulled me off him, his cheeks flushed and his brow furrowed as he grabbed a condom.
I didn’t even know where it had come from, but I watched him deftly roll it on. Then he rose up on his knees, eyes locked, blazing on mine. “On all fours. Now.”
The words came out on a barked command and a shiver raced down my spine. Gosh, maybe I really am kinkier than I thought.
Feeling like a bit of a minx, I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to him, crying out when he took my hips in a firm grip and thrust into me, all in one powerful movement.
Jameson’s hand slid around to circle my clit as he set a punishing tempo behind me, making me feel like the entire earth was dropping away again, just disappearing in the heat of the experience we were sharing.
He completely overwhelmed my senses in all the best ways until there was only him, the slide of his body against all the most sensitive parts inside me and out. Moments later, I was shattering around him again, probably waking the neighbors as I screamed his name.
Vaguely aware of him swelling inside me, I collapsed into his arms when we were done, my eyes drifting shut almost immediately as he held me. The only thought I had as I fell asleep was that I was damn lucky this man was going to be my husband soon.
The next morning, on our way back home, I was still feeling that way, unable to stop smiling as we raced along the highway with the music blasting and fresh air streaming in through the open windows. It felt like everything was finally back in place, our lives on the right track.
At least, it felt that way until Jameson got a text and checked it, a weird frown furrowing his brow. I sighed. “What is it now?”
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “It’s from Trent, but it’s a little odd. I’m just going to ignore it for now, though. I’ll speak to him later.”
He reached for my hand and flashed me a grin from behind his sunglasses, cranking up the volume on the radio and looking like he really was intent on ignoring my brother. I suddenly had a weird feeling in my gut, though.
So far, it had felt like whenever Jameson and I had come close to hitting our stride, something happened to send us careening all the way back to square one.
I couldn’t help but wonder if, whatever that text had been about, there was yet another potentially engagement-destroying shit storm waiting for us back home.