"Jamie..." Taylor breathed her name softly and turned her hand over, examining the scrape on her knuckles. He traced it lightly with his thumb, then tugged her a step closer to him. Jamie's head was spinning and she was still angry. But now the anger was mixed with fear. She didn't know what she was more afraid of, him leaving her standing here, or him staying, and she wasn't in any shape to think about it now. She looked up then, into the most beautiful set of blue eyes she'd ever seen. "Jame..." he breathed again and reached out to move a sweaty strand of hair off her face. She instinctively moved her head back and stared wide-eyed at him as he let out an angry growl. "Jamie...god..." he groaned and grabbed the back of her head, crushing his mouth down on hers and parting her lips roughly with his tongue. She sucked in her breath as her head swam, and she stumbled back against the brick wall. Taylor kept his mouth sealed over hers and gripped her hips, to keep her steady. Jamie found herself responding, her fingers dug tightly into his shoulders as he kissed her thoroughly enough to get his point across. He parted her knees with his and pressed his body against hers, slipping one hand up her body and into her hair. Her head still swam as she opened her mouth wider, and stroked his tongue with her own, and dug her hands into his hair.
Her breath was ragged, her head still spinning, as he moved his mouth from hers, down to her neck and bare shoulders. One of his hands was still firmly on her hip, keeping her pinned to the wall as his free one dug into her hair and tugged her head back. She heard herself moan and whimper under his insistent touch, his demanding mouth seemingly everywhere. "That's my baby..." he growled as her hands tangled through his hair and her hips began to move, showing him her intensifying need. He slid his knee farther up, and shoved her hips down, so her moistening center was planted firmly against him. He brought his mouth down to her breast and nipped gently at the stiff bud poking out against the thin fabric of her halter. She gasped and her head spun again as she let it drop back. She pressed her lips together, afraid that she'd cry out too loudly and bring the bouncers, or worse, SHANE, running. She definately did not want him to stop, no one had ever made her lose it so completely. He was sending electric pulses coursing through her body at the speed of light, and she gripped his shoulder tightly with one hand. The other was still tangled in his silky blonde locks as he continued to play her body as well as he played any of his instruments. "Jamie..." he half-growled, half-whined with his need to hear her voice, hear her say his name, call out to him like she had earlier. He didn't know how else to make her let her guard down, barring slipping her a sleeping pill (something he would never do), and he wished he could find the figurative sledge-hammer big enough to demolish that huge brick wall she was unconsciously trying to put between them. "Jamie baby...uhh.." he groaned through gritted teeth, gripping her hips and grinding her against his thigh, the painful bulge in his pants rubbing against her leg. All he could think about was getting inside her and staying there, loving her until she was spent enough to let him hold her, stroke her cheek and watch her sleep. "Jamie...uhh..." he groaned again as he let his mouth taste her salty, sweet skin and ground her harder against his thigh. He could wait to have her, until they were in her bed, but he was about to make sure she exploded for him, right here, called his name and clung to him, right HERE, right NOW, so there was no question as to what he KNEW. |