I frown. “That sounds pretty brutal. Do you want me to come stay with you and help out? We could take turns getting up with Noelle.”
She shakes her head as she hangs up her apron. “No way. You’re already here at four in the morning almost every day. You need your rest, too. I’ll be fine. I’m getting better at going back to sleep. I can usually get in a solid two hours between feedings. And I don’t want to leave Noelle with anyone else until the honeymoon. I feel bad enough taking four nights away from her then.”
“It’s only four nights,” I say, with a firm wag of my finger. “And you and Jake deserve a honeymoon. Noelle will be fine. Mom and Dad will be holding her constantly. By the time you get back, she’ll be so spoiled you won’t be able to put her down for a second.”
Naomi smiles, clearly not upset by the possibility. So far, she seems to find parenthood utterly delightful, and Jake is equally blissed out. He’s crazy in love with both of his girls, and so excited to add to their family he suggested he and Naomi stay on the waiting list at the adoption agency and hope for baby number two within the year.
Seeing their newly formed family together is enough to make my chest tight with gratitude. They’re so happy and in love. It shows in every glance, every touch, every tired smile.
I’ve been dying to start a family of my own for ages, but I’m not even a little jealous. I’m too happy for my sister and thrilled to be Noelle’s godmother.
And at the moment, I’m too distracted by my own Hansen brother to be envious of Naomi’s.
It’s been hell staying away from the window all day, resisting the urge to sneak a peek at the firehouse across the street where I know Jamison’s also on a forty-eight-hour shift.
Mere minutes after Naomi hugs me good-bye and steps out the door, I’m at the window, pushing aside the curtains. Seconds later, as if summoned by my spying eyes, Jamison pushes through the station’s front door, looking so good in jeans and a Bliss River Fire T-shirt it ought to be a crime.
No one should look that good in a T-shirt.
Or out of one for that matter.
Not that I’m complaining…
By the time he crosses the street and breezes through the bakery door, I’m so hot from watching him swagger my way—I swear, even his walk makes my panties wet—I can’t help rushing across the empty bakery and jumping into his arms.
“Happy to see me?” he asks, laughing as he catches me.
“Deliriously,” I say, claiming his mouth for a long, slow, sultry kiss.
As our tongues stroke hello, his laugh becomes a low moan. He angles his head, deepening the kiss as he hugs me tighter, drawing me up his body until my feet leave the floor, but I hardly notice. I’m already floating, my head spinning as his yummy Jamison smell teases my nose and the minty, earthy, taste of him whets my appetite for more.
Within minutes, all I can think about is dragging him to the upstairs apartment I inherited when my brother, Mick, moved in with his girlfriend.
“If I knew no one would come through that door in the next ten minutes, I’d take you upstairs for a quickie,” I whisper, trailing kisses down his throat as he squeezes my bottom through my stretchy black skirt.
“I’m on duty.” He sets me down but makes no move to pull away. “You’d be interfering with my ability to be fit to fight.”
“You’ve got your beeper.” I take his hand in both of mine and tug him toward the stairs leading up to the apartment, my body clearly having a mind of its own. “You could be back across the street in a minute or less.”
His eyes darken. “It would have to be thirty seconds or less.”
“I’d help you tie your shoes,” I promise, my pulse racing.
He makes a hungry sound that instantly has my nipples tight and tingling. “If you’re serious, we should put the closed sign on the door, don’t you think?”
My heart does a little flip as I realize I am serious.
“Get upstairs and get naked,” I say, my voice trembling with need and the thrill of doing something I know I shouldn’t. “I’ll flip the closed sign and be up in a minute.”
“Hurry.” He pulls me in for another swift, bruising kiss, before whispering against my lips, “I said I’d be back in ten, but it’s better if I’m back in less. Don’t want anyone to get suspicious.”
“Got it,” I say, spinning toward the door as he bolts for the stairs.
I flip the open sign to closed, then untie my apron and toss it on the counter as I dash for the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Chapter Nine
Maddie
By the time I reach the door to the apartment my heart is pounding.
Seeing what awaits me on the bed only makes it pound harder.
Jamison is already naked, stretched out on his back on my white comforter with his hands behind his head and his erection stretching up his stomach, leaving no doubt he’s up for this in every way. The contrast of my frilly comforter and his rugged form makes him look even more masculine.
And more mouth-wateringly delicious…
So delicious that I have to stop and stare for a moment, not quite able to believe this stunning man is mine for the taking.
“Get over here,” he says roughly. “I want you on top of me.”
And just like that, my panties are even wetter.
Damn.
“Yes, sir,” I murmur, stripping off my white tee and bra as I cross the room. I drop my skirt and panties at the foot of the bed and then crawl up his body like a cat after a bowl of cream.
Moments later, his mouth is hot on mine, his hands busy at my breasts, and his cock nudging against my damp curls.
I shift my hips, reach down to adjust the angle of that delicious length I can’t wait to have inside me again, and sink down, taking every inch.
“God, Jamison.” My head falls back with a moan as I begin to ride him, my blood racing as his mouth finds my nipple.
He licks and sucks, teasing back and forth between my sensitive tips as he squeezes my breasts, ratcheting up the tension swiftly building inside of me.
I’ve always been a fan of slow foreplay with plenty of build up to the main event, but there’s something breathlessly exciting about getting right down to business, too. Something hot and dirty that makes his cock feel even longer and thicker inside of me.
“Been dreaming about this, about you,” I confess, my hips rocking faster. “All day.”
“All day long,” he agrees, his fingers digging into my waist as he shoves up into where I’m so hot and wet and getting hotter with every passing second. “I love watching you ride me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I meet his gaze and realize he means it.
He really does. Every word.
For a moment I see myself through his eyes, see that breathtaking, wild woman who drives him crazy with wanting her, and my blood rushes faster beneath my skin. I’ve never felt so sexy, so powerful, and then suddenly I’m coming with a cry, a sharp, sudden wave of bliss exploding from where Jamison’s buried inside of me to every inch of my skin.
This orgasm isn’t a slow unfurling, it’s hot and fast, rocketing through me with an intensity that makes me squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into Jamison’s chest, hoping my body’s up to channeling this much pleasure.