Pure Wicked: A Wicked Lovers Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Shayla Black Page A

mean.”
    “This is intense.”
    He paused. “Very.”
    Relief slid through her. So he felt it, too. “I’ve never experienced anything like this.”
    Was that too honest?
    Jamie glided a palm down her side, thumbing the edge of her breast, hugging the curve of her waist, before taking her hip in hand. “Truthfully, neither have I.”
    And he looked as if that puzzled him. Warmth oozed through her bloodstream, tugged at her heart. Shouldn’t she have felt this and more with the guy she’d once hoped to marry before he’d chosen her sister? Probably, but if she wanted to keep this connection to Jamie fleeting, then she needed to stop dwelling on her feelings and start focusing on the pleasure.
    She closed her eyes and kissed her way up the strong column of his neck. When he groaned, she nipped at his ear and traced her fingertips down his spine. He braced both hands on her hips and started moving, rocking his erection against her.
    “Yes.” She urged him on, digging her fingers into his steely shoulders.
    He captured her lips again, focused and intent, as if nothing was more important than lavishing attention on her mouth with one frenzied kiss after another. Bristol drowned in his taste, let her head get dizzy with his scent. The ache between her thighs turned sharp and sweet. She had no doubt that only he could sate it.
    Then he worked his way down her body, leading with his mouth, worshipping her skin as he kissed a path down her throat and over her collarbones before he zeroed in on her breasts. He paused, his hot breath exhaling over her nipples. They tightened even more. Desperation crept through her. Her ache turned urgent.
    “Touch me,” Bristol pleaded.
    He skimmed his knuckles across one turgid peak. Sensation pinged through her body, reverberating down to her toes. She gasped.
    “So perfect. So beautiful,” he murmured.
    Then Jamie took one hard bead in his mouth, sucking her deep. She hissed at the pull of sensation and tore off his skullcap. She’d hoped to sink her fingers into his hair and bring him closer. Instead, the dark buzz hugged his scalp and made the angular hollows of his face even more pronounced. He was all male. Another shiver of anticipation rolled through her.
    He stared down at her as if he waited for something. A reaction maybe? When the moment passed in silence, he bent his head and took her other nipple in his mouth, giving this one a sweet tug, too. Then he shifted his weight onto the bed, angling himself against the side of her body so he could smooth a palm down her stomach. Bristol held her breath, her heart tripping in the seconds before he cupped her mound in his hand. He slid his fingers over her slick skin, teased at nerve endings already screaming for more. Jamie could have no doubt that she wanted him bad.
    “You’re wet.” His voice had gone deeper, huskier.
    “I’m ready,” she choked out, spreading her legs for him.
    Maybe she should be more modest or wait for him to make the next move, but that was the old her. The her who let herself be misled and jilted. The woman who’d emerged from those ashes demanded what she wanted without apology.
    He thumbed her clit a few times, then dragged the digit through her moisture. She moaned, her mouth gaping open at the need that one mere touch sent through her body. Another few seconds and she’d probably go over the edge. Please, yes …
    “Next time, I’m going to take you slowly and savor every bit of you. Right now, you feel so damn good. I can’t wait.” He bounced off the bed, then prowled to his jeans, pulling a condom free. He rolled it on virtually one-handed and frighteningly fast.
    Clearly, he’d done this a lot.
    Bristol felt a moment’s trepidation, then stopped herself. They weren’t having a relationship, merely a hookup. It didn’t matter if he was a well-practiced manwhore. The only thing she should care about was pleasure.
    She smiled at him. “I can’t, either.”
    Jamie climbed back on the