‘Jamie, you god. I’m coming round your cock.’
That was it. Hearing this declaration, and feeling Aliciaclamping onto him, her muscles spasming relentlessly, Jamie growled like rumbling Scottish thunder. Low and needy and feral. Whipped his hips against her ass. Over and over and over, the pounding intensifying, urgent, hard, fast. He was right on the edge, his whole body stiffening as he chased his own climax – his cock the hardest of all. Then it came. He came. Jamie was quaking and roaring and burning up as his release thundered through him at a cataclysmic speed. This woman felt like nothing he’d ever known before. This orgasm was like nothing he’d ever known before. He never, ever wanted it to end.
Chapter 19
Alicia
‘Tell you what I’d like now?’ Jamie hovered over Alicia, glowing like an athlete who’d won an Olympic medal for sauna sex.
‘What’s that?’
‘To be in Antarctica. Failing that, somewhere I’m not kneeling on wood and dripping with sweat but I can still enjoy this view.’
Alicia concurred. ‘Sauna sex is incredible but I’d like a drink of water, and a shower.’
‘Let’s get back to the lodge.’ Jamie leaned down and kissed her, transferring the taste of his salty skin to her lips. ‘If you’re up for it, we could make a run for it. It’s still blizzard conditions so I doubt anyone will see. But we can get dressed if you want to.’
Excitement spiralled up from within Alicia. This was insane. She would never run around outdoors in the nude, in the snow, no less. Anyone could be watching. But she heard herself agreeing to it, heard throaty laughter that could only be her own peal around the sauna.
Jamie climbed down from the bench, switched the sauna off and gathered up their clothes. As he opened the door, the bitter wind and blustering snow assaulted them. ‘Jeez! I forgot it was this cold.’ He jumped from foot but held out his hand for Alicia. ‘Okay, go, go, go!’
Any heat from the sauna vanished in an instant, but Alicia was still riding high. And as much as she shouldn’t draw attention to herself, with her hand in Jamie’s, she laughed all the way back to his lodge – the surreal nature of this experience overriding any cares or worries about being seen.
The lodge door was unlocked, so they ran straight in. Jamie led her to the bathroom where they stepped under the giant monsoon head, letting the warm water rinse away the dried heat from the sauna.
Under the running water, Jamie was like a calendar model. He scraped his fingers through his hair and Alicia thought,that could be January.Now, if he’d lean his hands on the tiles and run the faucet over the back of his head that would be February. March, he could put his hand on his––
‘You look like you’re thinking naughty things.’
‘Caught out. I was.’
‘Good.’
Jamie’s hand moved between her legs again. She’d never have thought she could go for a third time in one night, but soon Alicia was experiencing her third climax of the evening, thanks to his skilful finger play.
The cherry on the cake was that not once did he say anything about having slept with a model or a celebrity. He just told her how radiant she was and how he’d never had sex like it. They were words she could return with absolute truth. And the best thing was, with Jamie, it was obvious he was withherrather than her status.
‘You’re staying the night, right?’ he asked as they sat curled on the couch by the fire in hotel robes after their shower, drinking tumblers of Butler’s whisky.
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘Of course you have a choice. I’m not forcing you to stay here, but––’
‘Actually, I don’t have a choice.’
His brow furrowed.
‘My body is telling me to stay. I can’t go home because I need more of you.’
And it relaxed again as realisation hit.
‘Ah,’ he said, ‘I understand.’ He put his whisky glass down and shuffled closer to her on the couch. Took her glass and placed it next to his own. As his mouth claimed hers again, Alicia tasted the bonfire and pears of the whisky on his lips.
Jamie’s hands snaked inside Alicia’s robe and he cupped her breast in his palm. Her whole body capitulated to his touch. There was something about the two of them that fit, although being intimate with Jamie was about more than the physical. It was like he cast a spell over her, and the more his hands were on her, the more spellbound she became.
Whisky lips were tantalising her nipples and Alicia was now wet for the fourth time that night. Evident by the urgency of his kisses and the jutting in his robe, Jamie was more than ready to take her again. Wanting to give as much as he had given, she found him through the folds of the fabric. He stopped kissing her, closed his eyes and leaned back, his breathing heavier, more laboured.
It was perfect viewing, watching this Scotsman rise and be roused. But suddenly – unexpectedly, incredibly – Jamie opened his eyes, pushed up from the couch, scooped Aliciainto his arms and strode to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and untied her robe. Then he was throwing off his own robe, presenting himself in all his magnificence: the expansive and muscular torso, the unremitting biceps, the masterful thighs and, most pertinently now, the giant and insistent erection. She throbbed at the anticipation of that being inside her again.
