“If I were to experiment with some things, do you promise you’ll tell me if you don’t like it?” he asks, and I nod eagerly. “Good girl.”
I whimper, and he smiles wolfishly. Only moments ago, Jamie couldn’t look me in the eyes while we started this discussion, and now he’s done a complete one-eighty. Confidence in spades, and he’s exuding alpha male energy. “This is not what I expected from dinner.”
“From dinner, or from me?” he asks.
“Both, I guess? You seemed to flip a switch a few minutes ago, and it surprised me a little.”
Jamie scoots his chair closer to me, so my legs are between his. He squeezes his knees together, effectively trapping me, and puts both hands on my thighs. I’m glad I’m wearing jeans, because goosebumps are erupting up and down my legs. “There’s a lot in life that I’m not comfortable doing, Doc. I don’t like talking in front of crowds, and I hate when people I don’t know try to hug me. I know what I’m doing in bed, and I’m not afraid to tell you that. Maybe that makes me a cocky motherfucker, but I doubt you’ll complain about it after I make you come a few times.”
“Jesus,” I breathe. This is so completely unexpected, but I’m not complaining. With only his hands on my legs, I’m more turned on now than I think I’ve ever been. But I’m also overwhelmed, self-conscious, and unsure. “This is a lot for me to process. I’m not sure if I’m ready for all of that just yet.”
“I’d never expect you to do something you aren’t completely ready for, but I’m really glad you know you can trust me enough to tell me when you’re feeling overwhelmed. I like to take the lead in the bedroom, but I also know this is a partnership. I always want you to feel comfortable.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my head dropping as I look at his hands. I watch as he lifts one to grab my chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it up so he can see my eyes again.
“Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asks quietly, and I nod. He gives me a relieved smile as he pulls me closer, pressing his lips gently to mine. It’s soft and sweet, and very unlike our first kiss. It’s romantic, but I can tell he’s holding back, as if he’s scared I might get spooked.
Our first kiss rocked me to my core. It was passion personified, and I didn’t feel like I could get close enough to him. I wanted to wrap myself around Jamie’s body. Cover him in my scent. Make him forget that any other woman ever existed before me. While tonight’s kiss is sweet, it doesn’t feel like Jamie. Thecollected and calculated quarterback isn’t the Jamie I’m falling for, and I want to experience him losing a little bit more control.
While his lips move carefully over mine, I rest my hands on his knees, pushing to a standing position. Jamie breaks off the kiss to look up at me. “What are you doing?”
With Jamie still sitting, I’m not that much taller than him, but I revel in the feeling of him looking up at me. I let a hand drift through his hair, allowing my fingernails to scratch along his scalp, and his eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes on me,” I command, though my voice waivers slightly. His eyes pop open, pupils blown out with lust, as he watches me through hooded lids. “I — I think I need eye contact too.”
Jamie’s hands find my waist, sliding around to cup my ass, as he pulls me closer to his body. “Absolutely love that, baby.”
Oh my. I’ve never been called baby before. I had a brief boyfriend in college who called me babe, and a guy I dated after vet school who called me hun. I hated both nicknames, but, like Jamie, I was never comfortable with confrontation, and didn’t tell either man my feelings. But baby? I’m so here for this. Somehow, it gives me a boost of confidence to say what I’m thinking. “Kiss me like you really mean it.”
He gives me a confused look, shaking his head. “What do you mean? I did kiss you like I meant it.”
“No, you kissed me how you thought I wanted to be kissed. You figured I was overwhelmed, so you dialed it down a bunch. I don’t want quarterback Jamie, the one who says what everyone expects, and does what everyone wants. I wantmyJamie.”
“Fuck me,” he says hoarsely, yanking me against his body as he crashes his lips to mine. As he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, he stands, unexpectedly picking me up, and I shriek against him. He manhandles me so my legs are wrapped around his waist, then sets off down the hall and into my bedroom. I’m tossed unceremoniously onto my bed with Jamie following me asplit second later. I gasp when his length hits my core perfectly, then immediately moan when he reaches a hand up to wind my hair around his fist, pulling it at just the right amount of tension. He breaks off the kiss to slide his tongue down my neck, briefly nibbling on my collarbone, before sucking on my pulse point. “You’re so fucking sexy, Audrey.”
I’m about to reciprocate the compliment, when multiple things happen simultaneously: Jamie’s phone rings, Flash begins to bark incessantly, and my quintuplet of guinea pigs screech horrifyingly loudly. Jamie raises his head to look at me, a look of disbelief on his gorgeous face. “Can’t say I’ve ever been cockblocked by a guinea pig before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
In hindsight,it was good that hell broke loose before things went too far with Audrey. My phone call was Maddox checking in on me, wanting to be sure things were going well with Audrey. I sent him a quick text telling him that everything is great, and that he needs to kindly fuck off, because I’m with my girl. He respectfully doesn’t respond.
Flash barked because she needed to go out. While Audrey got her hooked into her wheelchair, I checked on the guinea pigs. While getting everything plated for me, Audrey, and Flash, I’d forgotten to feed the pigs, and evidently, that was unacceptable. As soon as I dished out the array of fruits and vegetables, all five pigs happily gnawed away on their dinner.
I busied myself cleaning up after our meal, glad to have a moment to decompress while reviewing everything we discussed tonight. I know I surprised Audrey with a few things I said, and honestly, it was slightly shocking to me as well. I’ve never been so brash with a woman in bed. Yes, I’ve said things from time to time where I lacked a filter, but never in this way. Never a conscious choice where I finally allowed myself to speak freely.I trust Audrey more than any woman I’ve ever been with, and I know that’s why I confidently asked her what I did. I’d always wanted to have a relationship where I could spice things up in the bedroom, but never felt comfortable with anyone before. I think Audrey is the first woman who knows so much about me, and it’s given me a confidence I never thought I’d crave.
Our kisses alone are explosive, and it makes me wonder what everything will be like with her. And what she’ll want or need from me. I’m confident in the bedroom, but this is the first time where I’ve been this damn excited about experiencing everything with a woman.
Because it’s Audrey.
I jolt when I hear a scream, recognizing Audrey’s voice from outside, and I sprint to the door. Throwing it open, I find a trembling Audrey carrying Flash in her arms, the poor pup whimpering. “What happened?”
“A bobcat ran out from under a bush,” Audrey cries, rushing in to place Flash on the table. Quickly unstrapping her from her wheelchair, she pats over Flash’s fur, looking for injuries. “The bobcat snapped at Flash, but I don’t know if it got her.”
Fuck. “Is the bobcat still out there?”
She shakes her head. “No, it took off. I don’t know why it went after Flash! It was double the size of my poor puppy.”
“Probably just a defensive maneuver,” I murmur. “It didn’t notice the size, just a threat.”
I place my hands on Audrey’s shoulders, not sure how to help. She shrugs off my hands, making me step back. “I’m sorry.”
