Bone Secrets 03 - Buried

doing?” he choked out. She looked ready to go several rounds in bed with him. And he’d just talked himself into having a conversation with her.
    His brain shifted mental gears. “Wait. Don’t answer that. Don’t say anything. I don’t want you talking yourself out of this.”
    Jamie’s lips turned up. “You’re learning me well. Because if I overthink this, I’ll be back in that bathroom in a heartbeat, and I’ll put all my clothes back on.” A touch of nervousness appeared in her gaze.
    And if he made a wrong move, she’d run.
    “God, woman. I want you so much at this moment, I think I’m about to explode.”
    The nervous light in her eyes evaporated.
    “While you were in the bathroom, I convinced myself to spend our evening talking about our feelings.”
    Her eyebrows arched.
    “I know. Stupid, huh?” This time he did touch her thigh.
Silky.
Just like he’d known it’d feel.
    “You have feelings to tell me about?”
    “Oh yeah.” He placed both palms on her thighs, staring at the skin under his fingers.
I want to feel you everywhere.
    “Michael. Really. What did you want to talk to me about?”
    He blinked. And looked up into questioning light green eyes.
    Talk to her.
    He didn’t want to talk right now. Every thought except one had blown clear out of his brain. He scrambled to get his thoughts together and removed his hands from her legs, because the feel of her skin was short-circuiting his mind even more. She sat on the bed beside him, holding his gaze, and reached for his hand. Hers were slightly damp. This close, he could smell the wine from her mouth.
    He licked his lips.
    He’d read somewhere that women were turned on by what they heard? And men by what they see?
    Too true.
    “Don’t get me wrong,” he started. “I want this. I want what you’re…offering. I’ve wanted that from the first time I saw you at the door at your house. You’re the full package, you know? Brains, beauty, and some balls.”
    She scowled slightly.
    “That’s a compliment.” He wiped at his forehead.
Compliment?
“I mean, you went through some tough shit and came out great.”
    Her expression didn’t change.
    “Ah, fuck me.
Damn it.
You’d think I don’t know how to talk.” He grabbed both her hands, turned toward her, and looked at her in earnest. “Listen. You
do it
for me, princess. In an amazing way. You get me hot with one look, but that’s not all of it. I don’t want just
that
. I want to wake up in the middle of the night and stretch out a leg and feel yours against it. I want to open my bathroom cabinet and see your makeup next to my stuff. When I pour my coffee in the morning, I want to pour two cups.”
    She simply blinked at him.
    “I want to know your opinion on the next election and that stupid kid beauty pageant TV show and if you like Indian food.” He sucked in a breath. “I don’t know if you like to travel or seemovies or go camping, but I want to find out! What I’m saying is that I
like
you, Jamie. A lot. I don’t want to just have an awesome night of sex—and it will be awesome—I want to keep moving forward. Does that make sense?”
    A wicked gleam touched her eyes and she smiled. “Perfect sense. You’re saying I’m not a one-night stand.” She touched the collar on his shirt and then the skin just below it, her gaze following her fingers.
    Fire lit at his neck and shot downward.
    He lunged forward and kissed her.
    She met him kiss for kiss, and the next few minutes flew by in a flurry of hands and mouths. Tugging at clothing, undoing hooks, grasping at bedding as they flung back the covers to get bare skin on cool sheets. He moved her back against the mattress and stretched out beside her, touching every inch of that silky skin of hers with his own. She clung to him, gripping as she rubbed her thighs against his, her chest pressed tight to his.
    He wasn’t done talking with her, but there would be time to talk later. She ran her nails through his hair, and his body lit up like fireworks. He continued his deep assault on her mouth as they rolled on the bed, taking turns for control. His hands traced her smooth skin, touching and memorizing every dip and curve. It was fast and hungry, no calm, soothing sex here. He felt like a starving man.
    And Jamie was delicious.
    He pulled back and stopped, holding her at arm’s length, pinned against the mattress, so he could look his fill. Her eyes were dark and her pupils dilated, her lips open and wet, her