“You are truly insatiable, James.”
“Are you coming onto me?”
She looked at him quizzically.
“James?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“No. Call me James, when we’re like this. I like it. I like the way you say it, all classy and English.” His voice was gruff as he continued his mission to arouse her again with his kissing and nipping of her neck, shoulders and ears.
“So? Were you coming onto me with your James?”
“James, Jim, I don’t think I can yet.” She flushed as she sat up and turned to face him.
He laughed. “I like that you’re sore. You’ll remember me.”
She laughed too. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget you, if it’s any consolation.”
“Do you fancy being lucky number seven? I could keep you sore then.”
Tasha’s laughter rang around them. She was amused by his throw away comment, not that she thought it was that funny. Despite her near hysterical state at the idea that one, he’d said it and two, that she didn’t say no before she laughed, but it was definitely a no for her. “I told you, I’ll do it once and get it right.”
“Move over here.” He eyed her carefully as he spread his legs so as to invite and accommodate her against him.
She willingly obliged and backed against him. He draped both arms around her neck and rested a hand on each of her breasts. She smiled to herself and felt very happy with this man. She really did like him. He was funny, sexy, and very knowledgeable about lots of things; the industry, literature, music, wine and sex. If he was younger, would she consider being number seven? Did his age matter? She could be happy with him she decided, but maybe not forever. He was a little too controlling. He would want to control her, she didn’t doubt that, in everything. What she wore, her work, what she ate, what method of birth control she chose, and obviously sex together, although she had found that most exciting and satisfying.
He clicked his fingers in front of her face. “Are you ignoring me?”
“Sorry, I was thinking. I was miles away.”
“Who with?”
“What?” She was confused by the question.Why ask who and not where?
“Who with? You were miles away, but who with?” he asked again, sounding annoyed or upset, maybe both. “I don’t play second fiddle or share, and I don’t like to think of you thinking about someone else when we’re together.” His hands on her breasts began to caress her.
“You.”
With his hands kneading, pinching and pulling his voice softened slightly. “Good.”
Her head rested against his chest while she breathed deeply and despite her previous protests decided maybe she could be with him again, regardless of how sore she felt since the warm water and healing properties of lavender had soothed her a little.
“Come,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and allowed her legs to spread draping them over his.
Jim laughed deeply. “Oh, so welcoming so soon, honey. But, I meant for you to come with me, to leave the bath, notcomelike you want.”
She was flushing furiously and was glad he couldn’t see her face at that moment in time. She was embarrassed that he might consider her sluttish or wanton for assuming he meant sex? She said nothing and hoped he would let this pass without further comment. He didn’t.
He laughed again and spoke in a hushed whisper. “Turn around, baby.”
Tasha knelt up in the water, facing him and knew her face would be glowing scarlet still.
“I do wish you would reconsider being lucky seven. There would be no number eight, ever. This would be so much easier if you were poor, dumb or willing to do anything in exchange for a helping hand with your career, or all three. We would be on our way to Vegas, honey,” he said far too seriously, making Tasha a little nervous.
She swallowed hard, nodded, but said nothing, although her mind was awash with thoughts of this man who had a serious history of jumping in with both feet. She was more concerned that he had clearly regretted his previous rash marriage decisions hence him having six former wives.
