Page 52 of Bad Boy Husband
SADIE
Jameson’s hair was slightly mussed after the reception. A few strands of it fell across his forehead as he looked at me. His lips were a little swollen from all our kisses, his pupils all but swallowing those hazel irises.
We stood together next to his—our—bed in his mansion at the Westwood Estate, that same summery scent wafting in on the breeze and the music from the reception carrying gently across the distance.
Night had fallen outside. The moon, bright and full, rose slowly into a sky glittering with stars and cast a silvery glow on Jameson where he stood in front of me.
Those strong features were a study in contrast and shadow, but they were soft tonight. His eyes didn’t leave mine as we stared at each other in complete silence. There was nothing awkward about it, though. In fact, it felt kind of sacred.
Just a quiet moment in the near dark of the opulent bedroom we would be sharing from now on. I was the first to break it. My hands drifted up so I could trace the sharp lines of his face with my fingertips, and I asked the question that had been burning on my tongue for a couple weeks.
“I’m not on the pill,” I started quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I meant to talk to you about birth control before we got married, but we never got around to it with everything else that was going on. What do you want to do?”
He caught my cheek in his palm, gently stroking his thumb across my cheekbone. A soft groan rumbled through his chest. “What I want is to have you as my wife for the first time without anything between us, but that could have consequences we haven’t spoken about just yet.”
“That’s why I’m asking.” I smiled as I pushed myself up on my toes and nuzzled his jaw. “I want to be able to feel you, Jamie. Really feel you. I want to know what it feels like when you, well, you know…”
“When I come?” He let out a low, throaty chuckle.
His head shook slightly before he groaned again and tightened his grip with the arm around my hips.
“Yeah, I want that too. For the record, I also want you to be able to say stuff like that, or anything else, to me. Whatever you want to say, you never have to be shy, but we’ll shelve that for now. ”
I took the last tiny step closer to him.
My body fused to his. I glanced up at his profile.
“I guess it’s simple, then. We either surrender to what we both want now and face the potential consequences if they come our way, or we protect ourselves tonight, look into birth control tomorrow, and wait a while. ”
“I’m done waiting,” he said decisively, pulling back a little to look into my eyes, those hazel eyes moving slowly from one of them to the other.
“I know we’ve only spoken about kids in a someday sense, but I’m ready to roll the dice.
I want everything with you and that includes a baby or five. If you want to give it time?—”
“Let’s roll the dice,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the underside of his jaw again and speaking against his skin.
“I love you, Jameson. I’ve been thinking about this and I don’t want to keep waiting either.
We’ve already lost so much time together and I know that you’re my future.
My present. My past. My everything, so really, what would we actually be waiting for? ”
His breath caught in his lungs, and the next thing I knew, he was carrying me the few steps to the bed. Laughing, he tossed me down on the mattress and quickly covered my body with his own. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, meeting his searing kiss with one of my own.
All the while, my heart was pounding and my insides had turned to liquid heat, anticipation bringing every nerve in my body to life. But instead of just sliding into me, Jameson dragged his lips away from my mouth to dot kisses on my eyelids, my jaw, my ears, and even my chin.
I moaned and stroked my fingers through his hair, my free hand roaming the planes of his back. I shivered with need underneath him. Even then, he wasn’t hurried, hands trailing along my sides and exploring every inch of me while his mouth and tongue kept that same slow, downward trajectory.
Forcing myself to inhale a deep breath, I arched my back when he sucked a nipple between his lips, grazing the hardened tip with his teeth before he moved over to the next one.
“Jameson.” His name fell like a whispered plea from my lips.
He glanced up at me, eyes dark and serious, but his own breathing harder now too. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I frowned, holding his gaze and wondering if I’d missed something. “Okay what?”
Those lips curved into a lazy smirk, but the next thing I knew, he was bracing himself on his hands planted on either side of my head. The scent on his cologne wrapped around me like a blanket, rich and spicy, but with earthy notes that made me feel like I’d come home.
“I was going to take this slow tonight,” he murmured. “Really cherish every of moment of you being my wife now, you know?”
“How noble.” I smiled and scraped my fingernails against his scalp, relishing the way it made him tremble above me. “It still doesn’t explain what you meant when you said okay .”
“I was agreeing to take you hard and fast as a start, but don’t think for one second that I’m going to be done with you after that.”
“What makes you think I wanted you to agree to that?”
He arched an eyebrow at me, half-cocky, half-playful, but all the way tender and loving. “Oh, you don’t? The way you said my name kind of made me think you were begging for something. What was it, then? Soup? A salad?”
I giggled, the sound husky but light. “A salad would be nice right now. Actually, it’s getting pretty chilly out, so maybe some of that veggie soup your mom ordered instead. With some of those specialty breads from the reception.”
“That’s weirdly specific.” He dropped his forehead to mine and inhaled deep. “All you had to say was that you wanted me.”
“I do want you, Jamie,” I whispered, pressing my palms gently to either side of his neck. “Every part of you. Forever.”
“Right now, you mostly want my cock though, right?” He grinned and planted a hard kiss on my mouth before wrenching away and jerking his head toward the window. “Or I could go grab you that soup and bread.”
“Don’t you dare.” I locked my ankles around his hips and flexed my muscles as much as I could, meaning to let him know that I wasn’t about to let him leave.
While I was pretty sure he got the message, the action also had the consequence of sliding his tip through my folds, stopping just short of my entrance.
Both of us stilled. Jameson let out a string of whispered curses and his eyes screwed shut. My heart leaped and a flush spread from my chest to my cheeks. “Jamie…”
“Yep. I’m with you. Now.” The words came out tight, like he was right on the edge of losing control. “Hard and fast, it is. For now. We’ll slow it down after, yeah?”
“You got it,” I breathed, eyes on his as he opened them again. Our gazes hooked and held as I felt him move, pushing first just the tip into me. His stomach dipped, his features hard with tension and his shoulders rigid.
“Fuck, Sades.” Slowly sinking into me, he looked as deep into my eyes as anyone ever had and the world around us seemed to fade away.
He’d always felt incredible, but tonight, with the combination of feeling his bare skin against mine for the first time and the intimate magic in the air, he felt like every dream and every fantasy I’d ever had rolled into one.
So smooth and hard, hotter than I’d realized, I felt him in ways I never had before and I already knew there would be no going back for us.
“I’m going to be obsessed with you for at least the next few weeks,” he murmured, voicing my thoughts as if he’d plucked them right out of my head. “Addicted.”
“Agreed.” I lifted my head to kiss him, my toes already curling as he pushed in until he was fully seated. For a long moment, neither of us moved, but when he got started, there was no stopping either of us.
Our kisses became frenzied, our bodies joining together faster and faster until the air was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet skin.
I ended up on top somehow, one of his hands on my breast and the other on my hip, our mouths still fused together as I rode him until my muscles burned, but not even that stopped me.
When I heard him growl, the sound torn from somewhere deep within, I felt the first wisps of hot pleasure coil around me until those embers became a fire storm, engulfing me in the mother of all orgasms. I vaguely registered Jameson’s rhythm faltering until, with one final hard thrust of his hips, he emptied himself inside me.
I collapsed on his chest, panting and planting a kiss right over his heart. “I think you melted my bones.”
He chuckled, out of breath as he draped an arm around my back and held me to him. “Bones? What’s bones? I think you obliterated my brain.”
“Who needs one of those anyway?” I joked, in absolutely no hurry to get off him as I let my eyelids flutter closed.
It had been a long day. With him still recovering inside me, I wouldn’t have minded a quick nap, but it wasn’t meant to be. Faster than I would have thought possible, he was rolling us over and pulling out of me with a soft groan. Then he was on his feet and holding his hand out toward me.
“Where are we going?” I dropped my forearm over my eyes. “I’m not even sure my knees can take my weight just yet.”
“Shower,” he said simply. “We’ve had a day, so we’ll go get cleaned up, then come right back here.”
I lifted my arm and cracked an eye open to peer up at him, still standing not so patiently beside our bed with his hand stretched out toward me. “You really are insatiable.”
He winked. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
A slightly breathless giggle came out of me before I groaned and placed my hand in his, allowing him to pull me up and drag me to the shower. When we reached the adjoining bathroom, he flicked on the faucet to heat up the water, then helped me remove the few clips in my hair.
Steam started rising from behind the glass partition that made up the barrier between the huge shower cubicle and the rest of the bathroom, and he took my hand, guiding me under the spray, and thoroughly washing my body and my hair before kissing me again.
With his chest pressed to mine and hot water cascading over us both, he teased my mouth with his teeth and tongue until my body had come to life again.
So had his, though. His erection pressed into my lower stomach and I grinned against his lips before lowering myself to my knees in front of him. Those eyes followed my every move, widening before they shuttered when I licked a line from the root to the tip of his shaft.
“Fair warning,” I murmured as I wrapped my fingers around the base of him. “I’m far from done with you, too.”
I took him into my mouth, ignoring my own need for the moment to make him feel as good as he always made me feel. Jameson often had a way of skipping past his own desires, but no more. He was my husband now and I wanted him to feel every ounce of my love, my loyalty, and my promise.
His hands came to my shoulders, gentle but sure, and when I looked up at him, there was nothing but raw tenderness in his eyes. The rest of the world slipped away again in the steam of the shower, and I knew that whatever tomorrow held, we would face it together.
Jameson Westwood was not only my husband. He was my home. My future. And I couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for us next.