As she stood in front of Jamie in her bra and lounge pants, he pressed his huge, hot frame close again and kissed her hungrily, whilst unclipping the bra, before throwing it the way of her sweater and top. He stepped back to gaze at her breasts and his jaw tightened.
‘Fuck me! You are something else, Alicia.’
‘Oh, Jamie. Please.’ Alicia nudged her breasts towards him, the blaze of lust on his face igniting a fiery ache she needed doused.
‘Don’t worry. Where we’re going you won’t need to say please. I’m just taking this in for a minute. You’re perfect.’ He skimmed her breast with his palm, then encased her whole cup in his hand. As she shivered, Jamie leaned in, took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked, getting the measure of her need. Her desire. Her craving. She could tell he was letting her whimpers guide him as his tongue darted over the sensitive tip.
Alicia was in a special section of heaven reserved only for those being tantalised by Jamie Butler. Fumbling, she tried to peel his shirt off his back, but it was still buttoned. And the buttons were too difficult to reach. Then Jamie was doing it himself. Or trying to.
‘You know what? I can’t enjoy this properly and take my shirt off.’ He glanced up at her, then back down to her breasts. ‘Sorry, it’s hard to look away.’
She almost melted and it wasn’t remotely connected to the rapidly increasing temperature.
‘You do it.’ His mouth fell to her nipple again. ‘But quick because I’m burning up in here.’
Alicia grappled with Jamie’s shirt, finally tearing it from his arms and casting it onto the bench beside her own. And there he was. Scottish Adonis. Celtic idol. Her own private Scotsman heartthrob. Ripped and ready.
‘You are a god.’ He stood now and she traced her fingers over his scorching chest, droplets of sweat beading on the taut skin. He tilted his chin up. There was a tension there borne of so much arousal.
‘How long’s it been since a woman touched you like this?’ Alicia encircled his nipple.
‘A while,’ Jamie said throatily. ‘Long-term relationships do that to you. You’re more than making up for it though.’
‘And what about if I did this?’ She ambled her fingers to the waist of his jeans. Ran them along the warm skin there, over the dark hair that traced a delectable path inside.
‘Oh Jesus!’ he said. ‘But no.’
‘What?’
‘Don’t do that yet. Not until I’ve done this.’ Once again, Jamie urged his body flush with Alicia’s and kissed her with fierce intensity whilst roaming over her breasts, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She bit down on her lip. It was so hot. She was so hot. This man was turning her mercury up to one hundred and incinerating her defences.
Jamie reached for Alicia’s hips, resting his hands there a moment, letting her ache with anticipation. Allowing her to focus on how wet she was before he discovered for himself. She knew without touching herself that she was soaking. That’s how good it was. How good he was. Down rolled her lounge pants. Down, down. And then they were gone.
Alicia’s underwear was sheer with a negligible amountof fabric between Jamie’s fingers and her skin, but the difference when he slid his hand inside was mind blowing. And as he found his way to the depths of her heat, she bore down on him. How did this man know exactly how to touch her? Chad, for all his Hollywood sex symbol status, didn’t have a thing on Jamie Butler.
‘Jamie, honey, you’ll have to stop soon or I’ll––’ Uh oh! What was that smile on his face? It wasn’t smug. No, it was… what? Gratified? He was delighted at how gone she was.
‘That’s the idea.’
‘What? But…’
‘Just enjoy it.’
Alicia tried to fight it, to tell him that she wanted him to come too, that she wouldn’t take without giving, but his expression as he watched her come apart at the seams told her this was no chore for him. He was relishing every second.
‘Don’t you want to take your jeans off?’ she asked. ‘You’re sweltering.’
‘I want this more.’ Jamie manoeuvred his finger over Alicia’s slick heat so expertly that she knew this was a battle she could no longer fight. He was too skilled, too good, and he was going to get his way in seeing her come. And what was the point in resisting? She couldn’t win. Not against this. Not against––
‘Oh, Jamie, please don’t stop.’ She ground in rhythm with his hand.
‘I’ve no intention of stopping.’
And that was it. It was too much. He was too much. This man she’d known only twenty four hours was mending and breaking her already with his humble nature and his desire to please and his fingers working inside her.Alicia hurtled against Jamie’s palm while her climax burst through her and every atom of her being became galaxies of stars, and a million light years of orgasmic bliss.
How long was she standing there, gripping onto Jamie’s solid shoulder, letting her breathing return to normal and feeling the pulsations subside? One minute? Five?
Jamie touched her face and she lifted her head to look at him.
