Page 23 of Unmasking You (Hidden Hearts #1)

Chapter 22

Shane

I don’t want our first time together to be against the front door. One day, for sure, but not today.

Today I want it to be perfect. This is our first time together and I want it to be like our first kiss, special and unforgettable.

Before we become one, I want to know Jamie’s body as well as I know my own. I want to explore every single inch and make him sob in pleasure. I want to love every single part of Jamie. I want to kiss, lick, and adore him until he’s lost in want and lust.

I want him—after I’m done loving him—to forget about everything that isn’t me.

I pull away, because I need us in a more comfortable position, a position that will allow me to have access to his whole body.

“Don’t stop,” Jamie says, eyes closed and head thrown back against the door.

He’s sexy as hell, and all fucking mine.

“I’m never letting you go.”

“Promise.” His throaty voice goes directly to my cock.

“I promise.” And I take his lips again in a passionate kiss, to seal my commitment to him, to us.

The idea of driving to Jamie’s house is not as inviting as before, so instead I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom.

“Come,” I say to him when he resists. “We’ll be more comfortable in my bed.”

“Okay.”

His hand feels wet in my grip, and that makes me pause. If he’s not ready, we don’t have to go all the way. I’ll be more than happy just to have him in my arms for the rest of the night, just like I did last time I was at his apartment. One of the best nights of my life in a long time.

“Are you okay?” I ask to make sure this is still what he wants.

“Yeah, just nervous.”

“We don’t have to do more than kissing. And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.” I lean in and place a kiss on his lips, hoping to make him understand how serious I am.

Jamie comes first, always.

“I want this, and I want you,” he says after I let go of his lips.

I hold out my hand palm up for him to take when he’s ready.

My heart soars when he takes it without a second thought. When our fingers touch, the tension I’ve been filled with goes away. I pull him close and kiss him again, telling him with my lips how happy I am to have him here and that he’s trusting me.

When we’re both panting, I pull back and turn around, leading him to my room. I’m not sure if it’s Jamie’s presence, or maybe because I’ve changed, but right now my flat doesn’t feel as estranged and cold as it usually does.

Jamie always makes things better.

When I stop in front of the closed door, Jamie bumps into me.

“Sorry,” he says, and I chuckle, turning my head around to find him rubbing his nose.

I love the chuckle that fills the apartment and makes my inside quiver in joy. I turn around and hug him tight. “I’m so grateful you gave me a second chance.” I hide my face in the place where his neck meets his shoulder and inhale his calming scent.

I let him go, but it’s not enough, so I use our linked hands to pull him closer to my side again and lean in to kiss him. I love how he opens up for me, and how red his face goes.

I turn around, open the door, and pull Jamie inside behind me. Then I do the same thing I did when we entered the flat and I push him against the door.

I frame his face in between my hands, angle his head for better access, and then I take his lips in a demanding kiss, hoping it’ll express how much I want him right now. How much I need him in my life.

Jamie’s hands come up to grip my wrists, as if he needs an anchor in the storm our passion for each other is creating. His touch, as usual, enhances my need for him, and I deepen the kiss, wanting everything he has to give.

When he’s moaning and panting hard, I let go of his lips. Sliding towards his cheek, I stop for a moment to kiss the corner of his mouth, reluctant to let go. I move across his jaw, leaving a trail of licks and kisses, and enjoying the scrape of my tongue against Jamie’s stubble. I continue this path until I reach his ear, and I gently nip at his lobe, making him arch against me and whimper in pleasure.

I love how responsive he is to everything I do to him.

“Shane…” he breathes out, and my heart rate goes from fifty to a hundred in a second.

I’ve never loved my name as much as I do when it falls from his lips.

“I need to touch you,” I growl against Jamie’s ear. I love how his body shudders, and I love the little sounds of pleasure he lets out.

I move away slightly to pull my shirt over my head, because right now I need skin-on-skin contact with Jamie. Once I’m done with mine, I turn to Jamie, who has his eyes glued to my exposed body. The way they roam my chest and my arms, and the way his tongue peeks out, tells me how much he likes what he sees.

I’ve never been interested in how my body looks, but now I’m glad for the time I’ve spent at the gym.

I take my time to unbutton his shirt and kiss every part of his skin I reveal. Once I’m done I peel it open, loving what I’m seeing.

“You’re beautiful, baby.” Jamie’s skin is pale and soft to the touch.

“You are handsome,” he says while placing his hands on my shoulders, and sliding them down to touch my biceps.

I push the two sides of his shirt out of the way and plant a kiss on his clavicle, and then I follow an imaginary trail down to his nipple.

I lick there, and when Jamie trembles and pushes his chest up, I suck it inside my mouth until it’s hard and wet and Jamie is humping my leg.

“Oh, God…” Jamie whimpers, pushing me to take and give more.

I let the little nub go and bestow the same treatment on the other, and I’m in heaven when Jamie takes my head in between his hands and pushes me close, wanting more. I’m more than willing to please him, and I increase my effort to bring him pleasure.

“Shane…”

“Yes, baby.” I soothe him, after letting go of my treasure.

“I need more,” he whines, and my cock nearly breaks through my zipper at the want in his voice.

I push his shirt off as slowly as my need for him allows me. I kiss every inch of skin I discover and love every single shiver going through Jamie’s body. I let go of his shirt only after I drive it over his shoulders, so that his chest is now completely exposed to my gaze.

I kiss and lick my way back to the centre and then find the hollow of his neck. I suck that sensible area, enjoying the body shiver taking over Jamie. I love the way he throws his head back to give me the space I need to explore.

There’s nothing more exciting than Jamie trusting me.

I return to his mouth to steal another kiss, never satiated by his sweetness. Again, Jamie opens up as soon as our lips touch. I slide my fingers down, caressing his sides until I reach the hem of his trousers, then slide my fingers to his front until I find the button.

I play with it without pulling it open, and when Jamie thrusts his hips as if searching for my touch, I’m more than happy to oblige. I move my fingers until they touch his erection straining against the zipper. Jamie’s breath accelerates, sounding like a plane taking off the ground. That’s where I want him to be.

I want him soaring into the sky, free from the burdens of past memories.

I want him happy, free and utterly mine.

When Jamie’s legs give out under the insistence of my touch, I pull away.

“Baby, let’s move to the bed,” I whisper in his ear after releasing his mouth.

“Yeah,” he answers, but he doesn’t move.

I embrace him, pulling him away from the door, turning us until we’re side by side. Then, using my body as a support, I walk to the bed and gently help Jamie to lie on it.

I watch him from above, enjoying his naked chest, his open trousers, and most of all the erection peeking out from his boxers. He looks so devastatingly beautiful with his reddish face, bright and dreamy big eyes, and raw puffy lips all because of my kisses.

I need so much more, because only a taste of Jamie is not enough to quench my thirst.

“Baby, I’m removing your trousers and boxers.”

“Yes, please. I want to feel you.”

I lean in and pull the zipper down, slip my hand in between, and then slide everything down until his cock is standing proud and his body is on display for me to enjoy. For me to make it mine.

“Touch me,” Jamie demands.

There’s nothing I want more than to devour him, but I can’t forget what he went through, and I need him to tell me when he’s ready for more.

Jamie places a hand at the nape of my neck, the heat of his palm seeping through my body and making my groin burn. “You. Me. Us. Nothing has ever felt so right.”

Leaning in to steal his lips in another kiss, and then another, and so many more, I press my body over his, never letting my full weight sink, afraid it’ll scare him.

Instead, as soon as my body is pressed against his, Jamie pulls me even closer, and his legs cross over my arse. His hips push up looking for more contact, and his hands skim down my back and cup my cheeks, pulling me against him as he pushes up.

His touch burns even through my clothes and makes me lose my mind.

“Love, I need to be naked. I need to be inside you.”

Jamie’s hands fly from my cheeks to the button of my trousers, and I chuckle at his impatience. But it soon dies when he presses his palm against my hard-on and nearly makes me come.

My groan fills the room, spurring Jamie on to have me naked.

He tugs at my clothes, trying to get rid of them, but my weight is keeping them in place. So I help him, and I hiss when his fingers scrape at my thighs, starting a fire that spreads toward the part of me desperate for his touch.

Once everything is on the floor, I resume my position on top of him, but angle my body so I can reach his cock while I explore the rest of him.

“Touch me, Shay.”

I do. I wrap my hand around him, loving how hot he is. I slide up and rub my palm over his head to gather his precum, and then slide down to the root, making Jamie’s back arch of the bed. I take his nipple closer to me inside my mouth, and work on making him crazy by nibbling on it and then flicking my tongue to soothe it.

I let him go and reach for the drawer to grab a condom and lube, and throw them on the bed while I resume pleasuring Jamie. I get up on my knees without letting go of him, and with my free hand I open the lube. I squeeze some onto my finger, and after warming it up, I trail down his cock, until I reach his perineum and rub him there.

Jamie goes wild. His head pushes against the sheet, as if trying to get away from me, while his hips arch off the bed to heighten the contact. I rub him there until his legs tremble and he’s sobbing in pleasure. Only then do I move to caress his hole, over and over, until it relaxes and opens a little as if inviting me to enter.

I do, because there is nothing I want more than to be inside him and make him mine forever.

When I push in, his legs close a little and then fall open again as if giving me permission to go deeper. I push in to the second knuckle, and then stop to give Jamie time to get used to me. I pull back and push in a couple of times, and then press two fingers inside him. He hisses, and I pull back slightly, opening my fingers to create more space, and then I push in again. I do this until I can push my fingers in with only a small resistance, and then I move my fingers around until Jamie shouts and arches up.

“Shay…” His trembling voice matches his trembling body. His hands roam over those parts of my body he can reach, and I love every single touch.

“Soon, love.”

I press over and over against his prostate, until his passage relaxes enough for me to press three fingers in, and I resume my ministrations until I’m sure he’s ready to accept me.

I take my place in between his legs, after pulling them up to accommodate me. I lean in and whisper against his ear. “Love, I’m going to push in.”

“Please, Shay…” he says in a desperate tone that matches my need to be inside him.

I search for the condom with my hand, then tear the packet open and put it on before taking Jamie’s lips in a kiss. I push in, stopping only when there’s too much resistance.

I let go of his lips, needing to tell him what’s in my heart. “I love you, Jamie,” I say.

He opens his eyes and focuses them on me. “I love you, Shay.”

I seal our declaration of love by pushing all the way inside him. I grit my teeth to stop myself from coming too soon.

I’m inside Jamie.

“Are you okay?” I ask Jamie.

“Yes. Please move, now.”

And I do, surging inside him over and over again, bumping against Jamie’s prostate every other push, until he’s shouting and coming all over his chest. I don’t stop, and while he contracts around my cock in the aftermath of his orgasm, I come deep inside him.

I stay inside him while I cover his body with mine and land another kiss on his lips.

We stay close for a while, both of us trying to get our breaths back to normal. There’s no need for words because our bodies express what there is inside our hearts.

When Jamie’s hands move and caress my skin, I lift up, feeling the need to look at him. To make sure we’re on the same page, to make sure that what we shared wasn’t on the spur of the moment. I place my hand on his face and rub my thumb on his lips. His eyes when they open are as bright as the sun, and the joy inside them warms me up a little bit more.

“Thank you.”

“I’m glad it was you,” Jamie says.

“I love you.” I want him to know, now that our minds are free from lust.

“I love you too.”

I kiss him, feeling as if I don’t deserve him. I made his life impossible, and here he is giving himself to me, as if I’m worthy of him. I’m not, but I’ll do everything in my power to make him happy.

Jamie will never have to regret giving me a second chance.