“Um.” I swallowed. Wow. What to say … “Thank you.”

Yeah. I settled on thank you.

Genius.

Hands flat on my stomach, I watched Jamie push to a standing position at the foot of the bed.

He chuckled and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he shoved his briefs down, and although I had already seen Jamie’s penis and was well aware of how fortunate he was in that department, I had never seen him fully hard, meaning I was not well aware of how fortunate he was in that department.

My earlier worries resurfaced. I sat up quickly and drew my knees to my chest.

“I have questions,” I informed him.

Kneeling beside me, Jamie reached for the sleeve of condoms. He tore a packet off and ripped it open with his teeth, saying “Shoot” while he spit out the wrapper.

So casual. As if a pierced dick was nothing out of the ordinary.

I watched him roll the condom down his shaft. He was quick about it and maybe not as careful as I thought he should’ve been.

I felt inclined to bring this to his attention.

“Shouldn’t you go slow and make sure it doesn’t rip over that thing?” I asked, pointing at the ball that curved at the top.

“Done this enough. I think I know what I’m doin’.”

My eyes narrowed when he lifted his head.

Jamie smirked.

I knew he was thinking I was looking pissy because he thought I was jealous, which I wasn’t, that was absurd, so I quickly went back to looking at him with normal-sized eyes.

His smirk twisted into a smile.

“Anyway.” I cleared my throat and hugged my knees. “Um, so, that won’t break, will it? With the piercing …”

“Shouldn’t,” he answered.

“And it won’t hurt?”

Jamie stared at me, his expression growing more serious the longer he stared. Then he reached down and pulled the condom off his dick, tossing it aside, and just as I was opening my mouth to question what he was doing in a way I knew would sound panicked, since he totally looked like he had changed his mind and we weren’t about to have sex, Jamie grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to him.

“What—”

“Touch me,” he ordered.

I jerked back. Weakly … but there was resistance.

“Um.”

“Lookin’ scared of it, babe, and that’s not really workin’ for me. Come on.” He forced my hand to wrap around him, releasing his grip on me when my own took hold.

“Oh,” I whispered, sounding breathless as I leaned closer, putting weight on my knees.

He was heavy in my hand and warm. So warm. Every part of him reminded me of summer.

I studied and squeezed.

“Fuck,” Jamie moaned, breathing heavier now. The muscles in his stomach tensing. “You got a minute before I’m takin’ you.”

My eyes bounced between his dick in my hand and his gaze, still serious. A minute? That was hardly enough time.

I slid my hand up his shaft and touched the cold metal ball at the top with my thumb, asking, “Did it hurt?”

“Pinched a little. Not bad.”

“Is this the piercing you always keep in?”

“Yeah.”

I studied the part of the barbell that was exposed. I felt that, too. Then I rubbed the ball on the underside.

“This isn’t going to come lose and get lost inside me, is it?” I questioned, lifting my gaze to watch him answer.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow.

“This your way of tellin’ me you want it bare?” he asked.

I blinked. My hand slid higher. “What?” I whispered.

He reached down and stopped my movement, jaw set tight and nostrils flaring as he did it. Then he pulled my hand away, sharing, “It’s not gonna come loose. If it did, it’d end up in the condom I plan on wearin’.”

“Oh.” I let my hand fall to the mattress. Duh, Tori. “Right.”

“Yeah,” he replied, smirking as he picked up the sleeve of five, ripping one free and tearing into the package again with his teeth while he looked at me. “Kinda felt like you were implyin’ I didn’t need to bother.”

My eyes widened. Didn’t need to bother? Was he crazy?

“I was not implying anything,” I countered with a quick voice, scooting back and away. “I was simply curious and not thinking about my question before I spoke it.” I fell back and settled, huffing out a breath. My head turned on the pillow.

“Relax, Legs,” Jamie chuckled, looking all too pleased with himself. “I came prepared, babe.”

“I am relaxed,” I murmured, watching as he spread the condom down his length.

I felt his touch on my body while he readied himself. I was certain he had left fingerprints on my thighs.

“What you did,” I started as he dropped his hands to the mattress and crawled over and on top of me, settling between my legs with elbows bracing his weight. I brushed my fingers over his neck and lower, mouth opening to finish giving him my gratitude.

“Not done,” he said, halting my speech as his hand pushed hair out of my face. He bent down and kissed me. “Brace, baby. I’m takin’ that pussy now.”

My stomach fluttered. “Okay,” I said.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

“You like me?”

I smiled. “No.”

He smiled back, lips curling beautifully, I could feel it. “Liar,” he murmured. He kissed the corner of my mouth as his hand slid between us, positioning his swollen head against my lips, and then he pushed in.