Page 27 of Embers of You (Amity #1)

Jameson

I’m exhausted after my shift, but Sutton texted asking for help, so sleep can wait.

After a quick run to the hardware store to get what I need to help with her wall, I head to her house.

Luckily, there’s not a lot of damage I can see from the picture she sent me and what there is could wait, but I’m not about to tell her that.

I said I would let her reach out to me and this feels like an olive branch that I’m going to hang onto for dear life.

I’m greeted by both Sutton and Bennet when she opens the door. I can sense her nerves from where I’m standing even though she gives me a small smile; she doesn’t say anything when she opens the door wider letting me in.

“The damage is over here.” She leads me to the spot where a small dent is. It really doesn’t look bad at all and it won’t take me long to fix, but I plan on stretching it out.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” she says while I’m unloading the supplies I brought.

I turn toward her slightly. “Anytime you need me, I’ll be here.”

Her breath catches, and she immediately looks around, clearly trying to find a distraction and I let her, for now.

“Do you want something to drink?” she offers from further away than she was before.

“No, thanks.”

I work slowly to fix the damage, the only thing missing is paint to cover it since I didn’t know the color I would need. Once I’m done, I know I can’t draw this out anymore, and I turn looking for Sutton but she’s already right by me.

“All done, just needs some paint,” I tell her, standing up so I have to look down at her.

“Thank you,” she says, softly.

“Anytime,” I answer, just as softly. We’re closer than we need to be, our chests only inches from each others.

I expect her to step away, but she doesn’t. She’s looking up at me and her wide eyes draw me in like they always do. I’m taken back to every time I’ve gotten the chance to touch her. And the way my fingers itch to do it again.

I would give anything for her to let me in, to give me more of herself. To break down the walls and just let me show her how things could be between us.

If she would just take a chance.

Right now, I’m not seeing the walls behind her eyes. The way she’s looking at me seems like she’s open to letting me in, so I close the distance between us, turning so her back is against the wall.

“What’re you doing?” she practically whispers.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t,” she shakes her head slightly, “I don’t know.”

I slide a hand up the side of her leg, only feeling the soft fabric of her leggings covering her skin. I move up to her hip, gripping it, while the tip of one of my fingers grazes her waistband just barely touching her skin there.

“You don’t?” I run my finger gently along her skin.

Sutton lifts her hands so she’s gripping my forearms, but she doesn’t push me away. Our faces get closer as I lean down without even thinking about it, continuing to touch her gently.

“No,” she breathes, her eyes hooded and grip tightening on my arms.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She lets out a small whimper, “No.”

“Do you want me to keep going?” I drop my forehead to hers, feeling her soft breaths against my lips, only tempting me to close the rest of the distance between us.

To feel her plush lips on mine once again.

My hand slides up under her shirt, pressing my hand against the bare skin of her back.

She arches into me, and I crowd her against the wall, pushing her fully against it while bringing my other hand up to run my thumb along her jaw, then over her bottom lip.

“Sutton.”

“Hm,” she hums.

“If you want me to keep going, you need to tell me.”

She hesitates and I can tell she doesn’t want to say the words, but I need to hear them. I need to know that she’s not going to regret this as soon as it’s over. I need to know that she’s feeling this pull just like I am.

I lean forward a little more, our lips barely grazing, but I don’t close the distance.

“Say it, Sutton. Tell me what you want.” I press my hand on her back more firmly, pushing our bodies completely flush. I’m sure she can feel the hardening length in my jeans, if her little gasp is anything to go off of.

“Jameson,” she breathes against my mouth, her hands pressing against my pecs almost like she’s wanting to push me away. But the next two words that leave her perfect mouth may be the two greatest words I’ve heard, especially when they come from her. “Kiss me.”

Without a single second of hesitation, I do what she says, closing the small distance between our mouths.

I love the way as soon as we’re connected I can feel her soften for me.

It’s like everything she’s holding in melts away in this moment and whatever it is that brought her here, whatever is making her walls so high, disappears for just a moment. This moment. With me.

Every time we’ve touched, I feel like the walls she builds back up are a little shorter than they were before.

Right now the way she opens for me when I deepen the kiss has me hoping she’ll give me more, but I’ll take whatever she’s willing to.

I’ll greedily take anything and everything even if it’s just pieces at a time.

I want her, and I’m not going anywhere.

One of my hands slides up the back of her neck, tangling in her hair, pulling slightly to angle her head back while our kiss turns even more heated. She moans as her fingers dig into my back trying to bring us impossibly closer.

Using my grip on her head, I break our mouths apart and move to kiss along her jaw and down her neck while she gasps and her nails scratch me lightly.

I graze my teeth along her throat and she gasps out my name.

The sweet sound has me rock hard for her, and my hips jut forward involuntarily at the sound.

Dying to feel her, to get a taste of her, anything she’ll give me.

Sutton moves her hands up my back, pushing my shirt up and I reluctantly remove my mouth from her skin.

Reaching back with one hand, I pull my shirt off over my head and don’t miss the way she stares at me.

For a moment I worry that I moved too fast. That she’s going to kick me out.

Kissing is one thing, taking clothes off is another.

No woman has ever made me feel more like an unsure teenager than the one standing in front of me, eyes locked on my chest, while hers rises and falls quickly with rapid breaths. I reach toward her, knowing she’ll either shoot me down and kick me out. Or she’ll want to continue what we’ve started.

And fuck, I hope she wants this to continue as much as I do.

My worry fades instantly when our mouths crash together in another feverish kiss, tongues lapping at each other, and I know at this moment there’s no way I could stop. I run my fingers along the waistband of her soft leggings, sliding into them, teasing her over the wet fabric covering her core.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I rasp against her mouth.

She nods, and normally I’d want her to use her words, but right now I’m so desperate a nod will have to do. But I know I’ll have her begging for more.

Moving her panties to the side, I run a finger through her wetness, grazing her clit causing her hips to buck with a sharp gasp.

She grabs the back of my neck, yanking me down to her, mouths fused while I push a finger into her wet heat.

The low groan I let out at the first real feel of her is primal and lights a fire within me.

One that’s only ignited and fueled by her.

Sutton hums against my lips, moving her hips and trying to rub herself harder against my hand while I push in even further, my palm rubbing against her clit. Everything about her feels even more perfect than I imagined and I don’t know how that’s possible.

It’s not enough, I have a feeling nothing with her will ever be. I’m going to want more, and more and more.

I remove my hand from her pants, and start to kiss down her body.

I kneel, looking up at her wide eyes, heaving chest, and flushed skin as I peel her leggings down, slowly.

She watches me, and I’m just waiting for the moment she tells me to stop.

For the moment when she realizes she’s letting me in, even just barely and stops it before it can go further.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she lifts one leg at a time for me until she’s bare in front of me. The sight is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I look up, gaze locked on hers. “Once I get a taste of you, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself.”

She smirks before boldly swinging her leg over my shoulder, opening herself up to me even more, and I bite back a groan at how wet and perfect her pussy is right in front of me. My mouth waters at the sight. I take it back, I’m not going to be able to stop even before I’ve had a taste.

Her hand slides into my short hair on the top of my head, gripping the strands. “Then you better get started.”

Without a single second to question her or myself, I dive forward, licking her entire seam before sucking her clit into my mouth roughly.

She squeals, pulling my hair so hard there’s a twinge of pain, but I don’t stop.

I continue to lick and suck every delicious inch of this perfect pussy.

I groan against her, and I know she feels the vibration because she moans, and when I look up her head has dropped back against the wall.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her before pushing a finger into her heat once again while sucking her clit into my mouth. I flick with my tongue rapidly in a way that has her gasping, grabbing at my head and bucking her hips against me.

When she tightens around my finger, I know she’s close.

I push another finger in, and curl them while continuing to work her with my mouth.

I groan against her again and that sets her off with a cry so beautiful as she comes.

I don’t stop until she’s pulling me off and up to her mouth again, licking my lips before kissing me even more fiercely than before.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her right before grabbing the backs of her thighs, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I have one goal—to get her to a bed. That isn’t going to be the only time she comes for me today. Not even close.