Opening the bathroom door to find Jim leaning against the door frame made her smile.
“I’m glad you went with the white one. I like white, it’s pure.” He paused to land a single, gentle kiss to her lips. “Don’t get into bed until I come back out, okay?”
She nodded, despite the fact that she really would have preferred to crawl into bed and hide some of her modesty. The fact that she was actually dressed but could be seen bare made her feel even more vulnerable and under scrutiny than if she’d been completely naked. Once Jim was in the bathroom Tasha stood for a second and wondered what to do now. She couldn’t get into bed and there wasn’t much else she could do whilst waiting for him to return. Looking out of the large floor to ceiling bedroom window she heard the bathroom door open behind her. Standing still she waited and was rewarded when Jim wrapped his arms around her waist and his lips grazed her neck and shoulders.
“You like a picture window, don’t you?”
“As do you.”
“Yeah. My personal favourite was the one in the meeting room yesterday. When I walked in and was faced with the full length of your legs and this sexy ass.” He moved his hands to caress her bottom. “Still warm, honey.”
“Hmmm. Could you actually see my arse when I bent down yesterday?” She was curious, wondering if her clothes selection had been totally inappropriate.
Tasha shook her head slightly that her thoughts were preoccupied by her outfit from the previous day and whether it had given off some kind of green light for Jim to see her as available and willing for a weekend of no strings sex. A sense of unease washed over her then, partly because she didn’t want to be viewed in that way, as cheap and easy, but also because the idea of a weekend of no strings sex, as amazing as it had been so far, was beginning to lose its attraction.
“No, just your beautiful legs, but your ass was still covered by your dress, just.” He laughed, still rubbing her bottom.
Turning to face him she found him standing completely naked and totally at ease with that. She smiled. He really was a very attractive man. She liked him, a lot, but they were too different and although she loved his bossy ways, she knew herself well enough to know that eventually—probably sooner rather than later—she’d kick back against it, but for now she was happy.
“You like?” Jim asked as Tasha’s hands began to roam his chest and shoulders.
“Very much.”
“Good.” His single word response was accompanied by a dark gaze that had fixed on her eyes and was now boring through to her very soul, or at least that’s how it felt to her.
She stepped closer, burying her face in his chest, removing the intensity of being under his gaze and began to trace kisses across his chest and torso, but as she attempted to travel lower he pulled her back to her feet.
“No, not now. Take off the robe.” He was already moving to sit on the bed before his command had been finished.
With the belt untied and a loosening of the arms, the robe fell to the floor.
“I can see all of you, Tasha,” he purred as he moved back towards her. They were almost toe to toe when he traced his fingers down her throat and across her breasts, gently, fleetingly. “I can see these.” He continued down her body, settling at the dark triangle of hair that barely covered her sex and stroked it, his touch still gentle. “And this,” he growled as he tugged the hair lightly through the sheer fabric that covered it. He then rounded his hands across her bottom. “And still warm, baby, such sensitive skin. Turn around,” he ordered. “Bend over.”
She did as he told her and smiled with something akin to pride as he growled again at what he saw once the nightie had been lifted.
“I really do love your ass, pink and warm.” He stepped closer still. She could feel and sense his increasingly close proximity before he grabbed her hips to rub his groin against her bottom.
“I can’t wait to get you to L.A.” he said as if it was a foregone conclusion.
“I haven’t decided yet.” Her protest was weak, they both knew that, but it was still a protest, although she didn’t imagine not going with him if that’s what he wanted.
“I have. You’ll be coming to L.A. I think we both know that.”
He was right, she’d acknowledged that, if only to herself and yet she wasn’t ready to concede it.
“But—” One word was as much as she managed to say before she felt the increasingly familiar burn of her skin heating beneath Jim’s hand. It was slightly harder than the others she’d had and stung immediately, but still a serious turn on. She groaned loudly and pushed back against him, somehow asking for more.
Jim held her hips firmly, pulling them so that his erection was obvious as it pressed and pulsed against her. “Do you actually want to be able to sit down on the plane tomorrow?”
“Yes,” she replied.
Apparently she was ready to concede a little.
Moving back to the bed he called to her, patting his lap. “Come here. Wrap your legs around me and maybe take some control of the mouth, baby.”
She did exactly as he told her to and allowed him to hold her tightly around the waist.
“You are a very beautiful, but rather defiant.” He now wore a very serious expression as he seemed to consider his next move. “Now, you need to remember that I am not your Daddy wrapped around your finger, nor a love sick teenager who is just grateful to have this.” He tugged at the triangle of hair through her nightie a little more firmly than before. “I was very impressed with you tonight. You didn’t allow yourself to come and you wanted to, didn’t you?”
