Just not on a stage.
Cheers and applause broke out, echoing off our little slice of nature to where I wondered if we were spooking the horses at the camp next to us. Maybe wewereabout to have our first noise complaint from Marty and Joy.
Slips of paper and pens went out with a reminder that staff were (unfairly) not on the ballot.
I sought Jamie out again, finding his eyes as he both looked at me and whooped with the crowd.
He met my gaze with an intensity that had me hot and wishing I could take off my flannel and fan myself with it. I tilted my head away from the campfire, and he nodded, not even indicating to his friends that he was leaving. We met at the back of the wooden bleachers, garnering the notice of nobody, and he took my hand.
We didn’t speak as we made our way through the woods to my cabin. I didn’t even know when we decided that was where we’d be going or who was leading, but that was where we ended up. I fumbled with punching in my door code. I’d done this a thousand times, but it didn’t matter. I was too nervous.
He touched my hand again, calming me, and I managed to remember the code, opening the door as though nothing crucial was about to happen. Just a friend helping a friend.
When we got inside, I was hit with a wave of lavender from my favorite wax melt, but it was overpowering. All I wanted to do was rest my nose on Jamie’s collarbone. I didn’t want to smell like me. I wanted to smell like sex and sweat and him.
Suddenly, the air felt heavier.
That was the best way to describe it. Like the tension had wrapped itself around both of us, and we had to push through it to get to my bedroom.
We didn’t even turn the lights on. The third time we bumped into something, I felt his smile against my lips.
“You’ve accumulated a lot of clutter in this place.”
I would have been mock offended at his jokingly judgmental tone, but then he kissed my neck.
“Clutter? Like furniture?” He was sticking his hand up my shirt, and I barely got the words out.
“If this were an open area, I’d already have your clothes off.”
“I’m getting rid of it all tomorrow,” I said feverishly.
Since we were getting nowhere like this, I decided to take fate into my own hands and turned around, grabbing his fingers to lead him to my bedroom. The lack of lips on mine was killing me.
He paused at the door. “So this is your room?”
“Less talking.” I tugged at the hem of my shirt and tore it off. “More getting naked.”
He threw his shirt at me, and it landed on my head. Damn lack of night vision. I threw mine at his head to even things out.
“You are so sassy. Have I ever told you I like you this way?” Jamie’s voice deepened as we came back together, reaching for each other’s pants, only to realize that they couldn’t be removed at the same time thanks to clashing limbs. I let him take mine off first. I was generous like that.
“I’m always sassy.”
I heard his zipper going down, and the sarcasm disappeared as the sounds of him pushing jeans down his legs overhauled my brain. My eyes had adjusted enough to see him kick them off. Reaching his hand out to pull me to him, he kissed the inside of my wrist and blew on the wetness there. I had no idea that was an erogenous zone, but it set my body alight.
He sat on my perfectly made bed, tugging me onto him, grinding my hips against his cock and making me wish there was no fabric between us. He ran a hand up my throat to the back of my neck, pulling me to him for a consuming kiss.
In the years we’d been apart, I’d forgotten how overwhelming his kisses were. When his lips were on mine, nothing else existed, not homework or friends or parents. He could kiss me in a hallway, and I’d miss the bell. But the way he cradled the back of my head as he kissed me soft and slow, as if we had an eternity to gratify each other’s needs… It wrecked me. Tore me from the inside out and turned me into a blathering, needy mess.
I spoke between breaths. “Jamie, I—”
He ignored my half-spoken plea, pushing my hips against him. I had to be soaking through my underwear to his boxers, but I didn’t care. He was bound to find out what he did to me sooner or later.
Jamie reached behind my back to unhook my bra, sucking gently as each clasp released. The straps fell down my shoulders, and his grip tightened around my back.
I tossed it away and pushed him back against the bed, reaching over his shoulder to grab a condom from my nightstand drawer. As I held myself up, he helped remove my underwear, sliding them down my legs until I shook them off my feet. We worked together to take off his boxer briefs, but I almost went off course as his cock sprang free. His powerfully hard erection had mesalivating and licking my lips, and the effect wasn’t lost on him. He lifted my chin and looked me dead in the eyes.
As if reading my mind, he said, “Not tonight.”
