He looks at me like I will tell him off for being tired, and I worry someone has punished him for something as ridiculous as tiredness before.
“Don’t worry about it, Jamie. You are new to this. You’re perfect so far.”
He beams at me from behind his mug, so I make my way over to him and tug him into my arms so that we are nose to nose.
“You need to take care of yourself, okay? Strip back the D/s relationship here and look at the bare bones of why I am here. It’s to support you. So, if you’re tired. Tell me. If you need anything. Tell me. I can and will help you anyway I can. Especially if it means getting my hands and toys on that precious peach of yours.”
I roll his tush in my hands and almost groan into him. It’s perfect, and I want my face down there for a closer look. Another time, I think as I remove my hands from him.
He coughs and drains his coffee, placing the mug in the sink when he is done.
“I appreciate all that, Arnie. You’re softer than first impressions would imply. I enjoyed what we did and want to continue, but I gotta change and head off if I want to catch my bus on time.”
He turns and makes his way to the bathroom where his stuff has been cleaned, dried, and folded.
When he reappears in the kitchen, I miss the sight of his pale skin immediately.
“I can give you a lift, Jamie. It’s a work meeting, right?”
He stiffens as he puts his coat back on. Shit, he doesn’t know that I know where he works. This might be his chance to tell me now that he’s got to know me better in the last 24 hours.
“Yeah, it’s in town. I’m actually a…a dancer of sorts.”
He’s looking at the floor, and I just want to eat him up.
“Okay, well, let’s get in the car, and you can stick the address in.”
I grab my keys and wallet and start opening the door, but he stops me. Chewing his lip, all worried like I’ll judge him for being an astonishing, glitter covered wonder. His lashes flutter back and forth; he inhales and then commits to whatever is going on in his head.
“It’s a place called Cheeks; I work there at night as a pole dancer and its good money. I know it’s not conventional for a man, and I know I’m not the best to look at. You said yourself, my hair — “
I cut him off by putting my lips to his. My hand on the back of his neck as my other pulls him in closer.
I don’t want him to feel any shame around me. Never with me.
That’s why I had to kiss him.
He is intoxicating, and I want him. He is more than a student; it’s like suddenly, I need him like oxygen. This has never happened to me before. I always have boundaries and rules, but Jamie is smashing through them at an accelerated pace that I can’t stop.
He kisses me back, and when I lick into his soft lips, he groans, pushing into me until I’m up against the door. We stand there for what feels like hours, licking, tongues tangled, jaws and necks nipped. I can’t get enough.
He consumes me and I him.
Eventually, he pulls away, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. I mirror his body language as we stare at each other. Unsure what will happen next, I open my mouth to say something, anything that will make sense of why I just kissed him. Will he smack me? Tell me the whole thing is off? That it was never supposed to turn sexual and that somehow, it’s gottenout of hand. I mean, this is not something I do with someone I’ve had one scene with, but he beats me to it.
“Wow, that was my first kiss with a guy. Can we do that again next time?” He’s touching his lips and grinning like a loon at me, which makes me grin back.
God, he’s gonna kill me and I don’t even care.
I laugh and drag him to the car. He’s laughing too as I take him to work before planning to cross the road to spill my news to Mags.
Chapter 12
Jamie
ARNIE. KISSED. ME.
Look, I didn’t foresee myself getting an enormous crush on him when I first met him. Maybe a mini one, but not one that had me drooling and daydreaming of him touching me all over on my way to work.
