“You like?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful. Very grand.” She knew she sounded a little awestruck, but had no way of disguising the fact that she was.
Jim pulled her closer, close enough that he was able to drape an arm around her and rest a hand on her behind, laughing. “Toasty.”
“Mmm, that’s one word for it I suppose.”
“I can think of some others; sexy, tight, perfect,” he told her with complete belief and sincerity in his words as he kissed her lips gently.
Allowing her lips to part a little she whispered a reply into his mouth. “Yours.”
“Oh, baby.” Jim groaned, cupping her cheeks and pulled her even closer. “That is my favourite of all. Let me show you upstairs.”
Following him upstairs Tasha tried to absorb the grandeur of the house and surroundings she was in. They entered the master bedroom and all of the attempts at accepting the level of luxury she was surrounded by evaporated as she thought his bedroom was probably bigger than her whole flat. It had the biggest bed she’d ever seen with a huge flat screen TV and a sofa at one end almost making a separate lounge in his bedroom. There was a massive en-suite bathroom with toilet, bidet, two hand basins, a shower big enough for a regiment to get into with ease and a gigantic bath more than big enough for two. A huge window and French windows led to a terrace from the bedroom that she assumed overlooked the back of the house. Finally, she saw entrances to not one, but two monstrous walk-in wardrobes with floor to ceiling mirrors across the front of them that appeared to go in a horseshoe shape to meet one another.
“Is it too much?” Jim pulled Tasha to him so he could look down at her. “You look a little shell shocked.”
“A bit. Everything is so big and luxurious. I’ve never seen anything like this house, well only in magazines,” she admitted honestly.
“I wasn’t born into this existence, so I understand it might seem a little unreal, but it’s just my home. You will get used to it.” He attempted to reassure her as he pulled her towards him, not that she thought she would need to get used to anything for the duration of their time together,until they were done.
Tasha dropped her head so it rested against his chest and found it immediately provided her with a true sense of wellbeing and contentment. His aroma filled her nostrils and the warmth of his body against hers gave her comfort and balance. There was more though. Just being in such close proximity to Jim seemed to send her libido into auto pilot. She could feel her arousal rising; the pebbling of her nipples, her rapid breathing and the burn coiling in her belly, spiralling as far as her slick sex confirmed how much she wanted him. Pulling back, she began to undo the buttons on the white linen shirt Jim was wearing with khaki linen trousers.
As she fumbled with the unfeasibly tight buttons he made reference to him tearing off her blouse the previous day. “My method is more effective.”
She gave him a small shrug. “I’m not on the breadline, but I don’t know that I can afford to go around ripping your clothes off.”
He was already pulling the shirt off over his head. “Then let me resolve the situation for you.”
“I missed you.” Her admission was entirely honest as she buried her face in Jim’s naked chest before littering tiny, gentle kisses to his warm skin.
“Me too.” He lifted her chin so he could look down and fully take in her appearance. With a small smile exchanged, Jim’s mouth covered hers, allowing him to devour her mouth.
She moaned loudly in response to his kiss as she reached for his waist to undo his trousers as he located the zip on her dress.
“Do you want to shower?”
“Yes.” She panted the single word response.
“Alone?” His confident tone suggested he already knew the answer to that particular question.
“God, no!” A loud moan echoed around them as she slipped her arms out of her dress, letting it fall to the ground.
“Bra and shoes, my favourite outfit. We still need to talk about your underwear situation today.”
“But not now?” She thought the erection she was palming was enough of an answer.
“No, not now.” Reaching forward Jim removed Tasha’s bra, then effortlessly lifted her over his shoulder where he pulled off her shoes. Rubbing his hand across her cheeks Jim grinned. “So, so beautiful Tasha,” he murmured as he carried her to the bathroom.
Chapter 8
Tasha smiled as she lay in Jim’s embrace, a sense of genuine and complete contentment having washed over her as she decided he was honest in the promises he made. He really had made love to her like nobody else ever had and it had been amazing; gentle and sensual, but still passionate.
“Do you want some dinner?” His words, the sound of his voice, the way it seemed to surround and vibrate against her naked skin infiltrated her thoughts.
“I suppose.” Tasha was already rolling over so that her upper body was draped across his, allowing her to kiss his chest while he picked up her hand and returned her kiss. She stared up at him intently, unable to conceal the smile that had her wondering just how she’d ended up here, with him and why he’d awoken the thoughts and feelings he had, especially in such a short space of time.
“We will be going to Vegas.”
