“Stay there,” he commanded her as he quickly dried himself with a towel.

It was tough holding still, trying to do as he asked—as he demanded—when his beautiful cock was right there in front of her. If she reached out she could touch it. Take it in her hands, in her mouth.

Oh yes. To taste him. To please him.

She shifted and knelt in the tub, needing the porcelain surface hard against her knees to keep her in line—that little bit of punishment. But finally Jamie pulled her to her feet and quickly dried her body before lifting her in his arms.

She looped hers around his neck. “You sure do like to carry me around.”

“I like to do everything with you.”

She leaned in and breathed in his neck. “And you do smell like my bath salts. Like me.”

“I’m about to smell a lot more like you. Your pheromones. Your sweat. Your come, sugar girl.”

“Mmm, I like it when you talk sweet to me.”

He set her down a bit roughly on her bed. “Sometimes you’re the same old Summer Grace. Someone needs another spanking.”

“Don’t be a tease! And would you still make me come, then carry me naked to bed to do what I have no doubt are unspeakable things to me if I were still the same old Summer Grace?” She leaned back on her hands, arching her back just enough to raise her breasts, blinking up at him.

“The unspeakable things are a given, but I am hardly being mean, my little kitten in heat. I like that you’re still who you’ve always been. That you haven’t let life change you to the core. That you don’t put it on for me. I just like you. Better gird your loins, sweetheart—I’m about to show you how much.”

“Mmm, dirty talk,” she murmured as he lowered his body over hers, pressing her down on the bed.

“I thought it was sweet talk?” he said, leaning in to kiss the hardening tip of first one breast, then the other.

“It’s all the same for me.” She grabbed his head, urging him on. “Anytime, anywhere. Don’t you know that by now, Jamie?”

He laid his head on her chest, then dragging it lower he gently bit the tender flesh just below her ribs. “You are a most unusual woman.”

She lifted her legs, wrapping him up in her thighs until his solid shaft pressed against her pelvis. She shifted until it hit just the right spot, pleasure surging through her. “We’d both be bored to death if I weren’t.”

“True. Now I’m going to do all sorts of dirty things to you. And I’m going to do it very, very slowly.”

“Mae West said anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.”

“She was a wise woman. And it’s no surprise you’d quote Mae West.”

“No it— Oh!” she cried out as he slid down and put his mouth on her.

Then she couldn’t manage more than gasps and moans as he began an assault—it couldn’t be called anything else—on her wet, needy pussy. He licked her slowly with the flat of his tongue, long, even strokes that drove her wild with need. He paused to suck just the tip of her clitoris, biting into the tender flesh until she squealed in pain and indescribable pleasure, then licked and kissed his way lower, pushing his whole tongue inside her for a moment before working his way up again.

He must have felt her body tightening as the need to come bore down on her like a heated tide. He pulled back.

“Don’t come yet, sweetheart,” he told her. His tone was gentle, but it was a command—there was never any mistaking it with him.

She drew in a deep, gasping breath. “Jamie . . .”

“Shh, my sugar girl. Hang on.”

He pushed off her, but she was relieved to find it was only to grab a condom from her bedside table. She watched, her body clenching all over as he slid the latex down over his gorgeous cock. So big, with a pearly drop of pre-come at the swollen tip.

Inside me, yes. Now!

He placed both his big hands at her waist and turned her over onto her hands and knees. She arched her back, waiting for him. It was several moments before he ran a fingertip down her spine, and she waited for him to spank her, to enter her from behind. But he just continued the gentle stroking—with one fingertip, then all his fingers feathering over her skin, down her spine, then up to sweep her hair aside and stroke the back of her neck, making her shiver. When he placed his flat palm on her back, leaving it there for long, breathless moments, need shivered over her skin.

What was he doing? She tuned in to his breathing, which was a bit labored but not entirely with desire. There was more there—she wasn’t even sure how she knew it. When she turned her head to look over her shoulder and saw his face, she had to bite her lip not to say something. Not to melt into him. Not to cry. Not to run.

She started to shake her head, and he grabbed her and turned her gently in his arms, one hand behind her head as he slowly lowered her onto her back once more.

“Ah, God, Summer Grace.” It was a slow whisper that escaped his lips with words nothing more than a part of his breath. Except that they were more.

She blinked at the tears burning her eyes, the beauty of the moment something so completely unfamiliar it was as if she didn’t know what to do with her hands. So she waited, lying quietly beneath him. Staring up at him—at his eyes gleaming like dark emeralds, their expression open to her. And what she saw there was . . . love?

No. It couldn’t be. Jamie cared for her—of course he did. And she’d always thought he loved her, but she’d never meant it the way his eyes seemed to at that moment.

You must be mistaken.

Every cell in her being was screaming that she wasn’t. Her heart hammered.

“Jamie?”

With his brows drawn together as if he didn’t quite understand what was happening, either, he stroked her hair from her cheek, pausing to rub a long strand between his fingertips. “Shh, Summer Grace,” he said very quietly. “Don’t talk now. Just be here with me.”

She bit her lip. Nodded. And felt something inside her breaking down. No, not down. Breaking open.

He sat back on his heels, pulling her up with him and onto his body until she straddled his thighs on bent knees. Then he lifted her, his gaze on hers, still misty with that same confusion as he settled her slowly onto his cock.

She swore she felt every single inch and ridge and taut vein as his rigid flesh pushed into her body—every inch exquisite. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing her pleasure, breathing in his gasping breath as he tilted his hips, his cock pressing deeper. When he was as deep as he could go she ground down onto him until it hurt a little. She didn’t care.

No. Not true. I want it. Need it. Need him.

He inhaled, leaned in and exhaled against her lips, then into her mouth as she kissed him. Her body was burning with a wild need. Her mind was wild with sensation and the sound of his name in her head.

Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. Finally.

He pulled back and locked his gaze on hers once more. Their bodies moved together, one being, flesh on flesh, inside and out. Pleasure was like a ribbon twining between them, graceful and sinuous. His mouth was only inches from hers, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from the fire burning in his eyes, more intense with each stroke. The pressure built inside her, and her sex went tight. His erection went rock-hard, and she felt the first pulsing flutters that signaled his orgasm, and hers.

He grabbed her face between his hands. “Summer Grace . . .”

“What, Jamie?” she gasped. “What is it?”

He shook his head, pushing deeper into her and holding himself there. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. But it’s . . . something. Jesus Christ.”

He bucked hard into her, and she felt the heat of his come through the latex of the condom. It was too much for her—that and his words swirling through her head like some crazy aphrodisiac. Her climax rippled over her skin, through her body. Pleasure and pleasure and pleasure until she was panting with him, writhing with him, groaning with him. Then his mouth came down on hers, drinking in her cries as her nails dug into his back, her hands flexing helplessly.