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shallow bursts near her G-spot, pushing against the ribbed flesh there until sensation overwhelmed her and she flopped back to the bed, whimpering helplessly, mad with need, close to orgasm but not there, while a new kind of detonation crashed through her, not quite orgasm, but like it. It was an emotional sensation, something entirely wrapped up in Ian, in this experience with him.
    Ian shifted again, moved upward and began thrusting slow and deep, his body close to hers, and now she felt true release build up, pressure rising as his pubic bone slid along her clit, his shaft moving deep inside her.
    It was then that Jamie recognized the emotion tangled up with the physical release: relief.  
    She had been worried she would never be able to truly enjoy being with a man if it wasn’t—she stopped herself from even thinking the name—if it wasn’t him . Even though she’d never actually been with him, she was worried no one else would be able to meet her needs, to spark her desire the way he did.  
    This, with Ian, was as close as she’d ever come to the intense welter of desires he ignited with Jamie. It wasn’t the same, but it was close. And it was good.  
    She shook the thoughts free, feeling Ian begin to move with increasing desperation now, driving harder, if not faster. She was close, again. The pressure was a balloon inside her, pent-up need, layers of frustration building layer upon layer like a pearl in an oyster. The first orgasm had only added to the buildup, and now she was nearing a second, and felt a dizzying fear that this too would only add to the snowball effect.
    It was just there, suddenly, that pulsating inferno of frustration, stress, pent-up need. It had been building up within her ever since she first saw Chase in the back room in Las Vegas, and now that she saw it for what it was, she couldn’t see or feel anything else. It was like panic. She needed release, but she didn’t think mere orgasm would do it; this was emotional in nature, internal, mental, psychological, not physical. The first orgasm Ian had given her had only put more on top of the pile. This second one was going to be intense, and Jamie found herself hoping desperately that it would give her the relief she needed. She felt doubt sneaking up on her, though.
    The pressure mounted, and Ian’s thrusts grew frenzied, his back arching and beaded with sweat. She clung to his shoulders and met him thrust for thrust, her legs around his hips, pleasantly filled by him, his tip striking her at just the right angle to give her the most pleasure. She heard herself moaning, felt the intensity building, felt the waves rolling through her. Jamie bit Ian’s shoulder as she came, raked her nails down his back and cried out. The explosion of physical release made her writhe and cling even tighter to Ian, and then she was sent further into abandon when she felt him come moments after her, groaning and burying his face in her neck, grinding madly into her, and then they were still together.
    Ian rolled off and lay next to her, breathing heavily. “Bloody hell, Jamie.” He rolled his shoulders. “You took a layer of skin off, I think.”
    Jamie pushed him over so she could look at his back, wincing at the eight parallel gouges running down his back. “Damn. Yeah, I did. Sorry. Guess I got carried away.”
    Ian just chuckled and pulled her over to rest her head on his chest. “No worries, love. I wasn’t complaining. I haven’t had it off that well in an age.”
    “Me, either,” Jamie said. “Assuming that last part means it was good for you.”
    Ian rumbled in sleepy laughter. “Precisely. It was more than good for me, darling.”
    Darling. Love . Jamie listened to his breathing as it slowed and evened out. Those were just casual words for him, she reminded herself. Not actual terms of endearment.  
    She was dizzy, drunk, fairly well-sated…and disappointed. Still burning with frustration. Need. The mountainous weight inside her was