Alicia giggled. ‘You should buy your condoms online.’
‘I know. I’ll have to learn to work the internet first.’ He sighed and she wondered if he could hear her heart ka-thumping in her ribcage. It could power the hotel’s generator.
‘So, what’s important to me is a couple of things,’ Jamie said.
Uh oh. Here come the things.
‘One. You’re single?’
‘Yes, of course I am.’
‘And two, you’re here with me.’ Jamie’s voice was rich with mellifluous promise.
‘Also true.’ Alicia couldn’t stop her face opening into a beaming smile. ‘As is the fact that I am elated to be here, even if it is about minus forty out.’
‘It is cold out there,’ Jamie agreed. ‘But that makes being inside by the fire even more satisfying.’He shifted his chair in closer to the table, warming her further because he was ready to move on from the conversation about Hollywood. ‘So, you’ve come here to escape from the chaos of LA?’
‘Yes. For a reset. And it’s been great so far. I mean the scenery is fantastic.’
‘It’s a stunning country alright.’
‘I wasn’t talking about the country.’
Jamie pupils darkened and desire glittered there.
‘You’ve enhanced it a million percent,’ he said, lowly.
All she could do was stare at him. She could soak this man in for hours, bathing in this moment, luxuriating in the strong angles of his jaw, the oceanic fathoms of his gaze, feeling this tug between them like an anchor pulling her down, down, into that ocean where she was more than ready to swim, drown, whatever the ocean wanted.
Her trance was broken by the sound of Jamie’s chair moving back on the floor tiles. He rose and she was treated to the full measure of the man. So tall. So broad. Her core stirred. He came round to her side of the table and, just as he had in the sauna, he gazed down at her, pure masculine intent occupying the space between them.
‘Alicia.’
‘Jamie?’
‘Come.’ He reached his strong hands to hers and she took them, stood, no resistance.
‘Here.’
She teetered towards him and he wrapped his huge arms around her. Pangs of arousal and swathes of safety coursed through her. She looked up at him waiting to see what he would do next.
‘You okay?’ he asked.
She managed to nod.
‘Good.’ Jamie gave an affirming nod of hisown. And then his hands were on her face, his mouth was claiming hers, his stubble was glancing at her skin and his heady scent was spinning her senses like an out-of-control Ferris wheel.Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.Please, never stop kissing me like this.You do it so well.He was invading her soul and disorientating her mind.
But Jamie was only offering a tease, dipping his tongue in as she widened her lips, then moments later, pulling back and examining her face, to see if she liked the appetiser.
All Alicia could manage was a breathy ‘Oh, God, Jamie.’
‘Is that a goodOh, God, Jamie?’He watched her, expectantly, waiting for the answer that she suspected he knew.
‘Oh, God, yes, it’s good.’ His lips quivered at her words. How she wanted them on her own again, wanted them all over her body, wanted them calling her name whilst he was losing himself inside her. ‘Kiss me again.’
‘I was always going to.’ He did as she bid, firmer this time, crushing his mouth against hers. Alicia recognised fragments of the kiss from the sauna, but Jamie had taken it up a notch because this time, they were ensconced in the privacy of his lodge and the drapes were shut. And the best part was, she was free to indulge, to be taken, turned on by, lost in this absolute hulk of a Scotsman without worrying an iota about what anyone else might think.
She moaned into him.
