Endlessly (Jamie Dornan) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 32

A/N: Moving them along through time to get us closer to the big moment! I hope you like this one, keeping up with the romantic theme :) Thank you for your reads, votes, comments, and shares! I appreciate every single one of you. Please keep them coming, because you keep me motivated! Xo

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I was stirred from a peaceful dream by a soft tickle on my neck. I moved my head to the side in hopes that I was imagining things, but the sensation grew stronger as I awoke. My heavy lids opened and Jamie's muscular bicep came into view. I moaned, finally registering that he was leaning over me, leaving small kisses below my ear and to my pulse point. I went to move again and felt him link our fingers, pushing our adjoined hands above my head.

"Mmm, hi," I whispered.

His lips trailed up to my chin, leaving a kiss to the corner of my mouth before pecking me quickly on the lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful" he mumbled, his blue-grey gaze peering up into mine.

I freed my other hand from beneath his torso, and ran it through his soft hair, tugging gently. He groaned, taking a southern path down my sternum and abdomen. His empty palm massaged my breast, and the tug he gave my nipple sent shockwaves straight to my core.

I tried to arch my back into his touch, but his bodyweight held me in place. "Yes," I gasped.

His lips continued their trail as he scooted himself down, releasing our hands and nudging my legs apart with his knee. He smiled mischievously when I began panting in anticipation. I bent my legs beside his head and sat up on my elbows.

"Waking up to you naked makes my job a lot easier." His smug smile disappeared as his lips met my sensitive flesh.

I threw my head back, soaking up the sensual attention. It was amazing how quickly he could turn me on. I was captivated and spellbound by my man.

His expert tongue played me like an instrument and my body hummed in response. I tried to close my legs to stop the torture, but he caught my knees with his hands, keeping them where he wanted them.

"Please stop," I muttered, already breathless.

I met his gaze from his erotic position and he closed his eyes, ignoring my protest. He added two fingers to the mix and I physically scooted toward the headboard, away from him. His wrinkled forehead was a sure sign I'd surprised him.

"You," I whispered. "Only you. Now."

"But—" he started, and I cut him off.

"I don't," I tried to catch my breath and calm the throbbing between my legs. "I want you."

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"I hope you know," he panted after our steamy escapade, "that you denied oral on Valentine's Day."

I pinched his nipple, causing him to roar with laughter. "I hope you know that you should be honored I prefer the Dornan D."

He snorted. "Is that what we call it now?"

"That's what I call it." I shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

"That never leaves this room."

I laughed that he had given me permission to even say it. "So I guess it's 'Happy Dornan D Day' instead?"

He shook his head. "New subject please."

I smiled and rested my cheek against his shoulder, feeling him press a kiss to the top of my head. "Let's exchange gifts," I mumbled.