Cross Check (Marriage Contract #1) Read Free Page B

trick.
    “Don’t tell me you’re not turned on too” he murmurs, closing
his eyes as I play with the waistband of his swimsuit.
    “Oh, I am,” I promise, feeling a sweet pressure building
between my legs.
    “I want to feel turned on you are,” he breathes, kissing
along my neck, “Can I?”
    “God yes,” I gasp, all the more excited by his asking.
    My knees begin to tremble as I feel his fingertips brushing
up along my inner thigh. Clinging onto his shoulders, I catch my breath as I
feel him push aside the thin cotton of my panties, drawing his fingers all
along my pulsating sex. He sucks in a quick breath as he feels just how wet I
am for him. How ready.
    “See?” I breathe, barely able to remain standing as he
strokes my pink flesh.
    “Fucking right I do,” he murmurs, backing me up against the
railing as he holds me tightly against him.
    I grab hold of the weathered wood beams, steadying myself as
he lets his fingertips roll across the aching nub of my clit. Christ, he knows
what he’s doing. My mouth falls open in amazement as he works me over, sending
shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting all through my body. This isn’t my first
time ever being with a guy, but it’s sure as hell the first time it’s been so
damn good .
    “You like that?” he murmurs in my ear, his soft lips
brushing against my cheek.
    “God yes,” I breathe, bringing my mouth back to his.
    He lets his tongue glide into my mouth as he slips two
strong fingers inside of me. The doubled sensation nearly levels me, leaves me
teetering on the edge of bliss.
    “Oh my god…” I gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders,
“I’m…I’m so…”
    “I know,” he says, holding me close as he pulses his fingers
against that sweet spot inside of me, laying his thumb flush against my clit as
he goes. “Just let go, Leah…”
    As if I needed any prompting. The sensation that’s been
brimming to overflowing spills out through every inch of my body, flooding me
with warmth and light. I come under Jay’s masterful touch, amazed at my own
response. No one’s ever made me orgasm like this…well, no one that isn’t
pocket-sized and battery operated, that is.
    As the feeling passes through me, I lift my amazed face back
to his. He grins down at me, pleased to please me.
    “How’s that for making the most of our last night?” he asks,
sliding his hands over the rise of my ass.
    “Well…” I breathe, stepping out of my underwear altogether,
“It’s a start.”
    His eyes gleam as I bring my hands back to the waistband of
his trunks, tugging them down over his finely sculpted ass and toned thighs. As
I ease them down his legs, I see the corner of a condom wrapper peeking out
from his back pocket. I like a guy who’s always prepared. I swallow hard as his
cock springs free, amazed to see that he’s grown even harder. I take his member
in my hands, working them along his shaft. The pulsating length of him in my
eager grasp makes one thing perfectly clear to me: we’re not leaving here until
we’ve had each other in exactly the way we’ve wanted to for so, so long.
    “Hold on,” he murmurs, stepping away for just a second to
grab the soft towel from the gazebo railing.
    As he turns away for the briefest of moments, I can see his
cock standing straight out at attention, very much as the ready. While Jamison
lays out the towel for us on the well-worn gazebo floor, I carefully ease down
the zipper of my dress, draping it lovingly over the railing behind me. The
tight bodice makes wearing a bra beneath unnecessary, so when Jamison and I
turn back to each other, it’s without a stitch of clothing between us.
    “Leah…” he murmurs, shaking his head, “You’re—”
    “Come here,” I reply, taking a step toward him.
    At the same moment, we each step forward onto the towel. Our
bodies come together, as we wrap each other up once more in an urgent, fervid
embrace. If this is going to be our one and only night together, we’re sure as
hell