Chapter Sixty

~ Nikki ~

The man possesses many gifts. Many, many gifts. He’s talented in all manner of fields and arenas. And he also excels in the bedroom.

I’m pretty damn sure Jameson could write his own tantric or Kamasutra manuals and they’d fly off the shelves.

For that very reason, I carefully inch backward, place a foot on the bench, cautiously balance, and then ease onto the edge of the mattress, sitting comfortably. I flatten my palms at my sides to steady myself.

And spread my legs.

Jameson’s expression darkens to that of a lustful lover who knows precisely what his partner wants.

Well, okay, I’ve made it abundantly clear what I want. But he’s wholly attuned and rests a bent knee on the bench. His hands skim over my thighs and shove the hem of my nightie up to my waist as I raise my hips. Then I settle in again. He wedges his large frame between my legs and leans in to kiss me.

I find myself twining my calves around his waist, locking the embrace with my ankles. He groans and then deepens