It’d been so long since he'd had a woman beneath him, much less one as unique and delightful as Maddie. Once he started, would he be able to stop kissing, tasting, eating her?
Jameson wasn’t sure.
“There,” she breathed. Her breast brushed over his shoulder as she eased back, lighting him up yet more than he already was. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
Probably not.
“Shower?” he asked, his voice gone dangerously low and hoarse, every nerve strung tight. His body hard.
Maddie had leaned away and was looking down at him now. Holding back. Not breaking free from his hold, but not yet confident enough to admit to her feelings.
Jameson faced her, not seeing, but believing. If it took forever, he meant to hold this position until she took over and took what she wanted from him.
Use me, he pleaded mentally with the nervous woman between his hands. Be brave. Be fierce. I can take it. So can you.
“I, ahh…”
“You what, Maddie?” he asked quietly, not wanting to scare her. Men could be such pigs, but that was the last thing he wanted to be with her. She’d been used enough. Tonight was all about her.
Her body softened then. Relaxed enough that she bowed and wrapped her arms around his head. That put his nose between her breasts. Jameson started to shake. The harder he got, the harder it was to just sit there and wait.
“Join me?” she asked tentatively.
“Absolutely,” he growled, lifting to his feet with her circled inside his arms.
With two long strides, he was inside the shower stall and set her on the marble bench that ran the length of the wall opposite the generous shower head. Adeptly, he turned both spigots to get the perfect temperature. The spray ended at her bare feet. Turning toward her, he bent over and pulled his pants off. Her breath hitched, and he was afraid he’d gone too far, too fast—or something. Until she murmured, “You’re gorgeous. Are you sure you want to do this with someone like—?”
That did it. He pulled her up off the bench and into his arms. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered with mock fierceness. “I want to do everything with you, not just with someone like you. Just you and me, babe.” His own words made him laugh. “Did I just sound like a song from the seventies?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice gone sultry and needy. “Undress me. I want you to do it this f-first time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he growled as he made quick work of her pants zipper and her shirt. The lusty new perfume mingling with the steamy shower spray sent a riot of need up his spine. He peeled her out of her pants and shirt, but saved the panties for later, when he hoped he’d have more control.
By then, her hands were carefully exploring the muscles on his shoulders and back. But the soft, pert globes in his hands were gifts from heaven. They deserved exquisite care, to be tasted and tempted into diamond hard peaks, until she arched her sex into him and offered her all.
Kneeling at the feet of his goddess, Jameson took his time, breathing in the pheromone laden steam as he thumbed her nipples into hard tips. She writhed at his touch, rubbing one knee into the other. He knew what she needed. Breathing hard, he covered one lush breast with his mouth, then suckled, drawing her nipple in deep, making her tremble.
“Jameson,” she hissed, her spine stiffened now. Beginning to bow. He didn’t need to see to know she was close to exploding. And how sweet was that? With just his mouth, he’d brought her to the edge.
But not yet. Still nursing at her breast, he slid one hand down her belly and beneath her panties to the warm, slick heart of her. One finger. Then two. And he’d found paradise. Her panties fell to her feet.
She hissed, “Jameson… m-more.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled around her breast, going all out and all in. The fierce urgency in her tone nearly did him in, but he knew what to do. Curling his fingers, he pleasured that secret spot she probably didn’t know she had.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. “I’m… I’m…”
“Then come,” he breathed into the sweet, soft valley between her breasts. “Come for me, babe. I won’t let you fall. Trust me. I’ll never let you go. I’m here with you all the way.”
With one last gasp, she flew, her head flung back and her body wound as tight as a spring. Up on her toes, she arched backward as her most intimate muscles squeezed the fuck out of his fingers.
Sweet Baby Jesus, he nearly came with her, and he wasn’t even inside of her body yet. Not like he wanted to be, not if he would’ve found even one damned condom in this allegedly, totally equipped safehouse. Guess that was part of what made it safe, damn that conniving bastard Alex Stewart.
“Good grief,” Maddie purred breathlessly as both of her feet settled back to earth.
Jameson detached his lips from her breast then, and turned his face up to her, blinking into the shower spray. “You okay?”
“You… you didn’t,” she breathed down on him.
He shook his head. “Tonight is about you, Maddie, not me.” If only he could get his cock to stand down. The damned rowdy thing was making him a liar the way it jutted straight out, poking her for attention. There was no way to hide what his body wanted. She had eyes. She could see.
He lifted to his feet,
