‘Hey.’
‘Hey. That was…out of this world.’ Alicia was struggling to form words.
‘It was mind-blowing to watch.’
‘Where did you…? How do you do it all so perfectly? Did you go to sex god school?’
A warm glow spread across Jamie’s face and morphed into laughter. ‘No, I didn’t. And I wasn’t aware that I was any kind of expert, but I have spent the past few years trying with everything that I have to please a woman. I could fill a book with what I’ve taken on board. Never had it work like that, though.’
‘Well, if that’s a fraction of what’s in the book, then I cannot wait to experience the rest of it. And it worked. It definitely worked.’ Alicia nuzzled into his neck.
Whatever had gone on between Jamie and his former girlfriend was his business, but how could any woman not be jumping at the chance to be intimate with this man? He was gorgeous, built like a rock andgave a hot damn about how sexually satisfying a woman. He deserved to have what he’d given her. She reached again to his jeans, desperate to see what was inside, although the urging at the fabric gave her a fair idea of the size of the package she’d be getting.
But Jamie stopped her with a low command. ‘Not here.’
‘I thought you wanted it here.’
‘I did. I do. Watching you come in this heat, watching sweat trickle between your sensational breasts, watching your beautiful face glow in the warmth, feeling your wet pussy… There’s nothing like it in this world. But… Oh God.’ Jamie grit his teeth as Alicia continued to work at his fly and reached inside, teasing only at first, but enough, apparently, to edge him into next week.
The man really was trying his best to stay in control, but she was determined to please him. There was no way that he was giving, but not taking. She slunk her hand further.
‘Alicia!’
‘Don’t protest, Jamie.’ She found his cock. Not a difficult task, seeing as it was huge. And rock solid like the mountain. It must be so uncomfortable for him to contain something so large and erect inside the confines of his jeans in this heat.
‘I think you’re dying to get out of these clothes,’ she intoned.
‘Aye. You’re not wrong.’
‘Then let’s do it.’ She tugged Jamie’s jeans over his hips and down his legs. When she momentarily became fixated on the magnificent, shielded contents once more, he helped her by pulling off his jeans and kicking them aside.
‘Seeing as you’re busy,’ he said.
‘Sorry. I got distracted.’
‘I’m flattered.’
Alicia cupped Jamie over the fabric of his underwear, tormenting herself as much as him. Although the rumbling groan that emerged from far within him suggested he may be winning in the torment stakes. She tugged the jockeys down, pulling the waistband forward to allow him to burst free. And that he did – in all his Scotsman glory.
‘Holy cow! Jamie. They did not tell me about this in theguidebook. This has to be one of the seven wonders of Scotland.’
Jamie’s laughter reverberated off the sweltering sauna walls.
‘We keep it under wraps, otherwise it’ll get worn out with folk rubbing it for luck, like the statue of Greyfriars Bobby.’
‘Pardon.’
‘It’s a thing in Edinburgh. I’ll tell you about it later.’
‘Ha, sure.’ Alicia curved her palm around Jamie’s now free length and manipulated him. It was incredible he’d managed to even talk with an erection like this. And what she was struggling to understand was how his ex could have had him inside her anytime but wasn’t interested. Sure, relationships were built on more than penis size but how on earth was it even possible not to want this man on tap?
‘You are exceptional,’ she told him. The heat of the sauna afforded her fluidity of movement as she, spellbound, moved her hand freely up and down Jamie’s sublime shaft, liquid glistening on the wide tip. He was battling valiantly to watch her, but eventually he closed his eyes. Then a husky command came out of the blue.
‘On the bench.’
She looked up. ‘What?’
‘On the bench. Lie down.’
