Night fell slow, the air outside heavy with the scent of a rain storm that hadn’t broken yet. Jamie finally stood from the table, stretching her arms above her head and rolling her neck to ease the stiffness. She had changed out of the restrictive bodysuit into a pair of loose shorts and a thin white t-shirt. The fabric barely contained the weight of her breasts, her thick nipples pressing hard against the cotton. Looking at her was driving me entirely out of my mind.
I stood up too, my breathing heavy, my dick already matching the fast, violent thumping of my heart.
She caught the movement and looked up. "You good?"
I nodded, but I didn't stay put. I stepped directly into her space, close enough for her to feel the ragged shift in my chest. I could feel her own pulse racing a mile a minute under her skin.
"Jamie," I said, my voice thick. "I need to talk to you."
She narrowed her pretty eyes, studying my face, but gave me a single nod.
"I don’t want to keep holding what I’m feeling in. I need you to know something, and I want to be entirely clear about it."
Her arms folded over her chest, a defensive instinct, like she was bracing for a blow.
"I don’t see Sophia when I look at you."
Her brow lifted slightly. "Okay."
"I need you to understand that."
Jamie swallowed hard, her throat working, but she stayed quiet. I took another step forward, erasing the remaining distance until the heat of her body bled into mine.
"Because for a long time, I blamed myself. I thought maybe I was just trying to relive her through you. But every single day we spend trapped in this space together just proves how wrong I was."
Her mouth parted slightly, then closed, completely stripped of her usual sharp retorts.
"I spent years thinking I’d never feel a damn thing again," I continued, the words tearing out of my chest. "Not the kind of feeling that makes you want to stay in a room just because someone else is breathing in it." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You didn’t ask for any of this, and God knows I didn’t either, but I’m fucking glad this is where we landed."
I reached up, brushing the rough pad of my thumb along her jawline, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly register.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Jamie. Not just your face, or that body that’s been torturing me since the day I locked you in here. It’s the way you move like the world better watch its fucking step. The way your mind cuts through the bullshit. The fire in you. You make me feel alive again. Like a man, Jamie. Not a living ghost.”
I held her gaze, refusing to let her look away.
“And right now… I need to touch you. With every single light in this cabin turned on. I need you to know that I seeyou. Not a replacement. Not a memory. You. And I want to make love to you.”
She looked away for a fraction of a second, her chest heaving. When her doe eyes snapped back to mine, the vulnerability was gone, replaced by pure, blinding fire.
“Turn the lights on,” she said.
I walked through the cabin, hitting every switch until the space was flooded with bright, unyielding light. She followed me into the bedroom, stopping to stand in the doorway with her arms loose at her sides, watching me like I was the most dangerous thing she'd ever faced.
“Come here,” I murmured.
She walked straight to me.
I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the nape of her neck, sliding down to her collarbone. I leaned down and kissed her—slow, deep, completely consuming her taste. Her lips were so plush I couldn't help but nip her bottom one, my hands traveling down to map her wide hips, digging my fingers into all that soft, warm flesh.
A broken moan caught in her throat, vibrating against my mouth as her fingers fisted into my shirt.
I slid my palms beneath the hem of her top and lifted it over her head. She raised her arms willingly, letting the fabric hit the floor.
I stepped back a foot, letting my eyes completely devour her. Heavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and that pretty brown pussy already glistening for me in the bright light. She didn’t flinch under my gaze. She stood proud and let me look at every inch of her.
“Fuck, Jamie,” I breathed, my voice rough with genuine awe. “Look at you… You’re so goddamn perfect.”
I dropped to my knees right there, kissing my way down the center of her body. Her neck, her breasts, the soft curve of her belly. I reached for the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down slowly, trailing my mouth over every hidden patch of skin I uncovered. She stepped out of them, leaving her completely bare before me.
