Maddie moaned in her sleep at his careful exploration. Closing his eyes, he brushed a kiss over her lips, needing her to wake up, yet understanding if she didn’t. He could wait. A lesser man might’ve taken what she wasn’t yet ready to relinquish while she slept, might’ve taken advantage of her while she was vulnerable. Not Jameson. Petting was one thing, but the art of making love required two hearts beating as one. Never coercion. Whatever Maddie needed or wanted, he would do. When she was ready. When she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Her lips parted with a sigh, so he teased her chin and mouth with tiny nibbles and licks and tastes, his body primed and his heart opened wide. “Babe,” he breathed into her. “Did I wake you?” Sorry, not sorry.
“Hmm,” she murmured, rolling flat onto her back. “I was dreaming about you. About us.”
“Good dreams?”
“Oh, yesss…” she purred. “Very good dreams.”
Jameson changed positions, sliding over her body, his hard angles against her soft curves, his manhood pressed hot and heavy on her belly. His knees between her thighs. Gently, he commenced peppering her chin and throat with kisses and suckles, then drifted to her collarbones and the warm hollow where they joined. He nuzzled his way down between her breasts, then swallowed the diamond hard nipple that begged for his mouth. Everything about her was enticing as hell.
Maddie combed her fingers through his hair. Her back arched off the mattress. She was turned on, the heady fragrance of her arousal a rich perfume in his nose that arrowed straight to his groin. He palmed her other breast, babying the lovely thing, pinching her nipple until she growled the sweet sexy rumbling purr of a woman on the verge of release. Pressing her breasts together, he feasted on both tender points while his cock rested at the cusp of heaven.
But there Jameson stopped, arching his hips back just enough, not wanting this coming over too quickly.
When he backed off, Maddie’s growl turned more needy, more feral. Her hands fluttered down his ribs, then over his ass, where she took two firm handfuls and forced him back to her. Thrilled, he went willingly. The instant she grabbed hold, her touch and the warmth of her fingers, nearly sent him over the edge.
“I love you so much, babe,” he murmured, wanting her to feel the depth of his heart before he sank into the warmth of her body.
“Then stop playing around,” she whimpered. “I’m dying here.”
“Copy that,” he grunted, thrusting his hips forward into warm sweet heaven on earth.
“Yesss,” she cried, spreading herself wide. She hooked both heels around his waist, granting him more access, giving more of herself. Giving everything.
And he was lost in humility, that a woman like Maddie was willing to risk her heart on him. A blind man.
A wicked, blessed fire took control. Their hands were all over each other. She writhed like a temptress beneath him, her fingernails dug into his shoulders like the sweetest grappling hooks.
He took control of her hips. Honestly, what man needed urging at this point? Taking her mouth, he made love to her tonsils until they were both panting with their imminent releases. More, he urged his body, his knees alongside her hips for steady leverage, constant power. Give her everything. His heart pounded through his head and every last muscled fiber in his ass until.... His spine curved, hammering home. Finally… home.
“God, come!” he ordered with one last thrusting penetration that shook the bed and blasted him into the stars. Deep into her.
“Yessss! Oh, good grief, I’m… I’m…!” she moaned, whining and writhing and sweating and hissing, “Jameson, Jameson, Jamessssson!”
And once again, they were linked. Two stars joined in the sweetest cataclysmic furnace that had once created mankind. Just that quick. They were one, just one. The perfect one. One her. One him. One brand-new soul with the same shuddering heartbeat. The same heated breath.
He sighed into her face, unintentionally fanning the flames that still flickered at the base of his spine. His arms were shaking, and so was Maddie. He buried his face in the quivering hollow of her neck, so damned content and thrilled, he had to fight his tears.
Since that incident in Iraq, he’d become a damned baby. His mom believed his tender emotions were a side effect, that maybe there was some undiagnosed traumatic brain injury. But his dad explained things differently.
He believed those untapped emotions now releasing at the most inopportune times—like now—were simply Jameson’s body and soul acclimating to his new reality. That he was now more aware of the universe around him, which in turn, made him more sensitive to other living things and feelings. Other powers and energies, both good and bad.
Which was true. Jameson did perceive people and his surroundings more acutely than he ever had before the incident. He sensed good intentions, and he felt more deeply. Sometimes his lack of sight provided a virtual kind of insight. The incident had awakened an inner sixth sense that made him, well, more sensitive, damn it. And sometimes that sensitivity leaked out his eyes.
There were moments these past five years when he’d wondered if the trade had been worth it, his vision for this cutting new sensitivity to the universe, with all its pulsating depths and precarious twists. Reclaiming his confidence in his dark new world had taken time. It’d been damned hard. But now? With this panting beauty hot and sweaty in his arms and under his body, Jameson had no more doubts. He didn’t need sight to know he’d found all he’d ever wanted.
“I love you,” he told her with utmost certainty. “You’re mine, Maddie. My heart. My soul. God bless, I hope you know that.”
He heard her smile. Really. Smiles glowed with warmth,
