Her lips found his while her hands ran through his hair. She gasped into his mouth as she felt a sting across her behind.
“Jeans, Natasha!”
“They are very comfortable for a long haul flight, James.”
He began to climb the stairs with her still wrapped round him. A second strike landed causing her nails to scratch across his scalp.
“But what are they not for, Natasha?” asked Jim as they reached the bedroom door.
“I thought that was trainers? Sneakers? Whatever.”
The door flew open and Jim carried her across to the bed.
“And jeans, so let me help you with them.” He lay her on her back and after pulling her flat, canvas deck shoes off he threw them across the room then bent down to unfasten the jeans she wore.
Tasha lifted her bottom from the bed to enable him to pull them off her and grinned up at him as he threw them in the same direction as her shoes.
“You are looking rather pleased with yourself, Miss Winters.”
“What’s not to be pleased about? I’m back home,” she started as she climbed up onto her knees and crawled across the bed to where Jim stood pulling off his t-shirt revealing his firm and tanned body that she had seriously missed. “I am with you and we have an empty house.” She arched a brow as she ran her hands over the smoothness of his chest allowing her fingers to loiter over his nipples that her thumbs were teasing.
“In that case.” He pulled the hem of her t-shirt over her head to reveal an almost transparent white bra that matched the very brief thong she still wore.
“Oh very nice, honey,” Jim commented with a grin before reaching down towards her legs making her giggle as she somehow ended up face down on the bed with Jim lying along her length, mouthing her ear as he rotated his hips so that she could feel the extent of his arousal.
“I have missed you, Tasha,” he said breathlessly as one of his hands found her bare behind.
Widening her legs, allowing him greater access to her she moaned loudly as his fingers made their way beneath the fabric of her underwear, but as she desperately tried to encourage him to touch her more intimately by moving towards him he resisted. He continued to tease her by circling around her arousal, spreading the evidence of her excitement and making her moan more loudly.
“Please, James, please,” she pleaded.
She couldn’t see him, but knew he was smiling at her words and desperation before giving her what she wanted, what she needed.
Tasha was sitting poolside in denim shorts and a white vest top opposite Jim when she eventually said, “So, tell me about Mickie.”
Jim shrugged. “Nothing to tell. She and I are done.”
“What? Why? I don’t understand,” she replied, confused by his announcement.
“I thought I was perfectly clear baby, over.”
“I don’t understand. Why though? What happened?” She refused to give up her pursuit of information.
“You are obviously not going to let this go so—” started Jim, but the return of the others stopped him in his tracks.
“Hi,” called Tasha to them all. “Have you had fun?” she specifically asked Dan and Pippa.
“Tash, it is so cool here, maybe I will move in with you,” cried Pippa.
Dan interrupted, “It is pretty cool, Tash. It’s like another world here.”
“Can we go riding this week? I know you haven’t ridden in a while, but the dapple grey is absolutely gorgeous isn’t he? And the chestnut mare is so classy.” Pippa gushed as spoke about the horses.
Tasha nodded her agreement.
Lizzie perched herself on Jim’s lap and changed the subject to her modelling experience.
“Daddy, did I tell you that Jake has said that he would help me with some advice on modelling after school? And he also said he will help me get a portfolio together and then he said—”
