His grin grew slowly—much slower than his increasingly hard member. “Tumescent?”
“You’re right. Turgid is a much more appropriate word. You know how important it is to find the right word.”
He laughed, smoothing back her hair. “You want to do something about it?”
She’d have expected herself to be exhausted and played out after allthat, but her body screamedYes, please!at the thought.
He must have felt her reaction physically because he hummed and arched his hips up into her, hitting her just right.
Moaning, she stretched and rubbed herself against him. Her word popped into her mind—shine—and she sighed, knowing she was shining so bright she could light all of Chicago.
Fourteen
Jamie woke up early in the morning, a warm bundle of soft Rachel wrapped around him.
He inhaled her, smelling the soap they’d used when they’d showered after their third round last night as well as the scent of sex from their next two rounds before they went to sleep.
She smelled fucking delicious. She smelled like forever.
She shifted against him, her leg thrown over his. His cock, always lively in the mornings, felt the presence of her body and instantly went hard—or turgid, as Rachel had called it.
He grinned. He’d never laughed so much during sex. Although to call what they’d had “sex” was underselling it. What he’d experienced last night had been magic.
He wanted to do it again—and again. As often as she was willing.
Her hand rubbed over his belly. “Are you staring at me?” she asked sleepily, her eyes still closed.
“Yes.” He kissed her shoulder. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever woken up to.”
She opened one eye. “You need to get out more.”
“I’d rather stay in.” He took her hand and moved it lower, wrapping it around his cock. He squeezed both their hands together, and she gave one of her sexy little gasps as she opened both her eyes and looked down.
He watched her take over touching him, shyly at first and then with more confidence as she took in his reactions. “Are you always ready to go?” she asked, trailing her fingers down his length to cup him underneath.
He arched up into her soft hand. “Around you I am.”
She bit her lip.
He lifted her chin. “Your thoughts are so loud I can practically hear them. Just say it.”
“You were never this way with anyone before?”
He frowned. “I liked sex, but it was just release. I’d never shared that sort of intimacy with anyone. No one I was with was ever really interested in me beyond my fame and money. I’ve never stayed with someone through the night, Rachel.”
She swallowed audibly. “Can I confess something?”
“Of course.”
“I came more last night than I came in the last year of my marriage.” She winced. “That’s probably a faux pas, mentioning my marriage right now, but it’s the truth.”
He kissed her hand. “Don’t ever censor your thoughts with me. And I’m glad he was a wanker. I’m not stupid, love. I know what I have.”
“I’m a little scared, to tell you the truth.” She looked into his eyes. “What happens if you wake up and decide to go back to your old life?”
“My old life made me miserable,” he pointed out.
“You lived in that life for most of your life. That’s got to be a hard habit to break.”