After long drugging moments reacquainting ourselves with each other’s mouths, he pulled back. I was glad he was holding me because I felt dizzy.
He looked up at me and I felt a rush of things – relief, tenderness, white hot desire.
He said, ‘This is just unfinished business, right?’
There was something slightly desperate in his tone and even though my conscience was saying something different,I agreed. ‘Yes. Unfinished business.’
Jamie carried me back to into the castle, George slipping in alongside us. He kicked the door shut behind him and then carried me back through the kitchen and up into the main part of the building and to the stairs.
‘I can walk,’ I offered, suddenly feeling conscious that I wasn’t exactly a teeny petite little slip of a thing.
But Jamie’s arms tightened and he huffed out, ‘No way.’
Something in the way he said that as if he’d meant it in, like, a literal sense made me quiver inwardly. But I knew that was dangerous. This was just tying up some loose ends from three years ago. The chemistry had been insane and neither of us had expected it. Plus the quickie wedding had been a bit of a buzzkill the morning after. I’d often wondered what would have happened if we hadn’t actually got married.
He kicked open a door in the same corridor as my room and I had a sense of dark furnishings and a big bed. Clothes were strewn on a chair.
He let me climb back down and I landed on two feet. I looked up at him and he was just staring at me. He put out a hand and touched my hair, taking a lock and wrapping it around a finger. ‘Luce, I can’t believe you’re really here. I’m still not sure that this isn’t a dream.’
Luce. He’d called me that before. No-one had ever shortened my name. Not even my folks.
My heart thumped. ‘I’ve had a few of those.’ Mainly X-rated. I blurted out, ‘Are you still mad that I came here?’
He frowned, ‘I wasn’t mad... I was just shocked to see you like that.’ His frowned disappeared and now he looked hungry, ‘I’m glad you’re here now.’
We were meant to be getting divorced. Not admitting to having dreams about each other. It wasn’t meant to be snowing. I should be in my car driving back to Edinburgh airport having done what I came to do.
But I wasn’t. I was here and the world had stopped outside and all I wanted wasthis. I reached up and pressed my mouth to Jamie’s, relishing those firm contour and feeling the scratch of his stubble on my skin. I welcomed the burn. I wanted more, I wanted the burn of him thrusting inside me, spreading me wide...
‘Naked, Luce. Now. I need you... this...’
I needed no encouragement. I kicked off the boots, pulled off the top jumper and undid the jeans, stepping out of them. Jamie was reaching for my other jumper, tugging it up. I lifted my arms and it came off, along with the under T-shirt.
He looked at me. ‘Your breasts... They’re so fucking beautiful.’
They really weren’t that special. Slightly bigger than average but under his gaze I felt like a sensual goddess, instinctively thrusting them out a little more.
I turned around and tugged my hair over my shoulder. Jamie undid my bra and I pulled it off and turned back around to face him. His cheeks were flushed. He muttered, ‘I still can’t believe it.’
I pinched his chest and he looked at me. ‘Ow.What was that for?’
‘I’m right here and I’m practically naked, would you please undress?’ Because I couldn’t wait to see his body again.
He didn’t tease. He took off his clothes with efficient precision until he was naked, his very hard cock standing out proudly from the darker hair around the base. Balls heavy.
Between my legs gushed. I let my gaze rove over him hungrily. He was even more than I remembered. His muscles were even more ripped. But then I sucked in a breath. There was a rough-looking scar to the left of his lower abdomen. It still looked fairly new. I touched it. ‘What’s that? You didn’t have it before?’
‘It was an emergency appendectomy, not long before I came home.’
I looked up. ‘Where were you?’
‘South America. A jungle. But there was a hospital nearby. Basic. But equipped enough to do the operation.’
I felt cold inside. ‘You could have died.’
He caught my hand. ‘But I didn’t.’
There was an edge to his voice that caught at me but he was pushing me back onto the high bed. The sheets were still crumpled and I could smell his scent. I lay back. I didn’t feel cold anymore. I was burning up again.
