“Agreed.”
“Good. Should we seal the agreement with a kiss?” Oh please say yes.
She needed his kiss more than air right now. Her lips were burning for the feel of his pressed against them. A fire sparked low in her body, raging out of control, threatening to consume her if she didn’t jump this man. Right. Freaking. Now.
“Oh, bonita.” He chuckled, turning her to face him. Those twin dimples drew her in like a moth to a flame. “I can think of much better ways to seal this deal.”
So could she, and they all involved him and her and nakedness. Lots of nakedness.
“My bedroom is upstairs.” Because as many fantasies as she’d had about Tony taking her on her desk, for their first time, she wanted the softness of a bed. They could get creative later.
He gazed deep into her eyes, a myriad of emotions passing in a blink, but she caught the lust. It burned so bright, a blind person could see it.
“Well then.” He bent, catching her knees with his free arm and sweeping her up into his embrace. “Upstairs it is.”
Her gaze never left his face as he carried her out of the office and started to ascend the stairs. Body throbbing with need, she tucked her arms around his neck, awed that this was finally happening, and uttered the only word bouncing around in her desire-muddled brain, “Hurry.”
Chapter 18
Tony should be happy right now. He was finally going to bed Jamie Thompson. Most guys would be thrilled as hell to have a sexy, amazing woman offer up a no strings sexual affair. So, what was his problem? She wanted to get naked with him, something he’d been aching for since he was a nineteen-year-old kid and first saw her in the kitchen of Cupcakes Above the Clouds, flour on her nose, smile lighting up her face, beauty radiating out of every inch of her being.
“We’ll scratch the itch.”
There was the source of his issue. Her words coming back to haunt him. She thought this thing between them, this heat, pull, was simply a leftover attraction from their previous relationship. A milestone they never achieved. Did she honestly think having sex would make it go away? He knew better. Every taste of Jamie made him crave more, hunger for the next morsel.
No. This wasn’t about scratching an itch for him. After tonight, Tony knew everything would change. Let her think this was nothing more than two adults seeking mutual pleasure; he’d give her so much damn pleasure she wouldn’t be able to think the word without picturing him. After tonight, after he finally had her, things would change. For better or worse he had no idea, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think they could go back to being…whatever the hell they were now.
His foot hit the top landing, and he faltered as Jamie’s tongue rasped across the shell of his ear. Goosebumps rose on his skin, his cock swelling painfully. He needed to be inside her soon, but there was a problem. Glancing at the various doors, he opened his mouth to ask, but she beat him to it.
“Down the hall.” Her warm breath heated his ear. “Last room on the left.”
Problem solved, he made his way down the hall as the sexy minx in his arms continued to torture him with her small, soft tongue. He kicked her bedroom door open, refusing, for even one moment, to let her out of his arms.
She chuckled. “Careful, we don’t want to add any more fixes to your to do list.”
Happy to see the playful side of her once more, he grinned. “I can think of a few fixes I’d like to add.”
“Like?”
“Like fixing your clothing situation.” Slowly, he placed her feet on the floor and tugged her in close. “You’re wearing entirely too many of them.”
Bright, pale brown eyes sparkled with desire. “Seems to be a mutual problem.”
“Ladies first.”
He slid his hands up her hips, grasping the hem of her shirt and slowly pulling it up and over her head. She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him to her for a scorching kiss. Their lips clashed in a fiery passion. He grasped the back of her neck with one hand, angling her head to deepen the kiss. Her mouth opened for him eagerly. The sweet tongue that only moments ago had been ramping up his engine now set his heart into overdrive.
Using the ambidextrous skills he honed as a chef, he brought up his free hand and flicked the button of her jeans open. The loud rasp of the zipper fueled the fire burning him from the inside out. He pushed the garment down. Jamie helped, by doing a sexy little shimmy, kicking the pants somewhere—who the hell cared at the moment.
Heart pounding, he pulled away from her lips and sucked in a sharp breath. “Dios mío.”
The angels themselves couldn’t compare to the beauty standing in front of him. Where the hell had she gotten underwear like that, a damn fetish store? The sheer black bra and panty set covered her and yet didn’t. He could see everything. Dark, small nipples poked out of the material, straining the see-through fabric. The generous swell of her breasts rose out of the cups like an offering, begging his mouth to worship them.
He’d always been good at adulation.
Leaning forward, he grazed his lips across one rise and then the other, whispering sweet words to her in his native tongue. His brain had been turned to mush by the apparition standing before him. Moderating his speech was beyond him at the moment.
When his lips closed over one torrid nipple, sucking through the thin fabric, he heard Jamie let out a soft moan. Pride had him shouting a mental victory cry. He loved bringing her pleasure, loved the noises she made. Before the night was over, she’d be making more of them—it was his goal to have her screaming them.
Jamie tried to hold back her moan of pleasure, but she couldn’t. Everything felt so…amazing. She remembered this, the thrill and rush she got whenever Tony touched her. They might never have hit a home run all those years ago, but the bases had been loaded.
She thanked her lucky stars today had been laundry day. The only clean underwear she had to wear had been her sexy Valentine’s Day pair. Sad really, a woman of her age subsisted on cotton bikini briefs and sturdy underwire bras, but sexy under garments had never been her top priority. The only reason she had this pair was because her ex thought they were an appropriate gift. Hence the ex part. Because all women loved getting uncomfortable undies picked out by and for men. Oh please. Give her a comfy pair of granny panties any day over these butt eating, non-boob-supporting monstrosities.
At least…that’s what she used to think just moments ago.
Tony’s eyes practically falling from his head when he gazed at her in them had her rethinking her entire outlook on the panty industry. She’d gladly wear these scraps of nothing if it gave him that crazy, lust-filled stare every day of the week.
He pulled the cup of her bra down and laved his tongue across her nipple, and she cried out again, louder this time. Holy moly. Her body sparked like a live wire prepped to explode any minute, and he hadn’t even removed a stitch of his own clothing.
“Tony,” she panted out. “Your turn.”
He grunted, apparently incapable of forming words at the moment. She couldn’t stop the smile from curling her lips at knowing she, Jamie Thompson, made him incoherent.
“Seriously, lose the clothes.”
Pulling away, he shucked his shirt and jeans faster than she’d ever seen anyone do before. Okay, so technically, she’d never seen a male undress for sex. Not in real life anyway. But it still seemed fast.
“There, satisfied, bonita?”
She bit her lips, and let her gaze roam over his honed physique. How the heck did he get this buff being a chef? The guy must live at the gym when he wasn’t working. Either that or he never took a break in the kitchen and pumped weights between orders.
“Not yet, but the night’s still young.”
He grinned, dimples blasting her full force. Mercy me! Those things were going to kill her one of these days.
Large hands grasped her bare waist, pushing her toward the large, queen-sized bed in the center of the room. Her legs hit the mattress, and she tumbled back; Tony followed
, landing on top of her. His mouth immediately latched onto hers again. She sighed into the kiss, feelings washing over her…pleasure, lust, warmth, love—
No, dang it! Not love!
She had loved this man once, and it broke her heart. She wasn’t going there again. This was sex. Plain and simple. Two people enjoying each other’s bodies. All that mushy greeting card bull could stay out of it, thank you very much. She had needs, and it was time they got met. And Tony was the perfect man to fulfil them.
“Condom?”
His question penetrated the internal argument she was having with herself. “What?”
“Do you have a condom?”
Shoot! “Oh, um, no. I didn’t expect… I mean, I never thought… I wasn’t thinking…”
No, no, no!
She could not have come this far, this close to getting what she wanted and be stopped by a stupid fifty-cent piece of rubber!
Of course she didn’t have condoms. She didn’t have sex. Why would she need them?
Tears of frustration clogged her throat. She was seriously thinking of calling the pharmacy in town and requesting a special delivery. Oh yeah, and that wouldn’t start the gossip mill churning. She’d be the talk of the town by morning. Her parents would die of embarrassment, but she was so hard up the idea had appeal.
Tony saved her from her ludicrous plan when he scrambled off the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor. He grabbed his wallet from the back pocket, grasping a small, silver foil packet.
“Success.” He gave her a triumphant smile, holding the protection in the air and tossing the wallet aside.
Wanting to cry with relief, she held out her arms. “Hurry.”
“Oh, no.” He placed the condom on her bedside table, climbing onto the mattress like a panther stalking his prey. “I’ve waited too long to hurry this. We only have one. I intend to make this night last before we use it.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. The boastful claim made her thighs quiver with anticipation. She remembered all the ways he could draw out her pleasure. Her body ached for the replay.
Tony crawled over her, lips brushing against her legs, traveling up her thigh, over her hipbone. His tongue stopped to dip into her bellybutton, swirling the sensitive area before continuing on. He reached under her to unclasp her bra, tugging the straps down and tossing the garment aside. Cool air caressed her nipples causing the already hard peaks to stiffen further.
She cried out when his mouth settled over one breast, teeth gently closing over the hard bud. Sweat seemed to pour from her as her body temperature rose to near volcanic levels. The spot between her legs throbbed, and she rubbed her thighs together to ease the pressure. Knowing what she needed—because he’d always been able to, somehow—Tony grasped her hip with one hand and slid his fingers down over her mound, rubbing his thumb over that sweet spot that so desperately needed attention. She cried out as trembles of pleasure racked her body.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he crooned against her breast. “Let it out. Let it go.”
Couldn’t keep it in if she tried. The man knew his way around a woman’s body, and hers was sorely in need of some male attention.
He brushed his lips across to focus on her other breast as his thumb slipped down, under the scrap of silk the fashion industry dared to call underwear. The rough pad rasped along her sensitive flesh, causing a torrent of fire to rush through her body. His fingers soon joined, knuckles brushing against her, ramping up her desire.
“Tony, please!”
Her begging worked. He shifted, thrusting two of his very long and talented fingers inside. The digits curled, hitting a spot she’d only read about in magazines. Breath leaving her, she hoarsely cried out as he worked her body into a frenzy. It didn’t take long before she crested the peak of the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had. Tony never let up as she crashed back down to earth.
“Mi deseo.”
She had no idea what he said. Right now, she couldn’t even remember her name.
So much for that Harvard degree. One good orgasm and her brain turned to putty.
Unable to move a single, relaxed muscle, she watched as Tony stripped her panties off, shucking his boxers as well. When he reached over to the side table, her eyes popped open with the view he’d revealed.
Hello there!
Absence did in fact make the mind forgetful, because she didn’t remember him being that…large. A slight sense of apprehension filled her. The real life thing looked much larger than her battery operated option.
“Jamie? Is everything all right?”
She glanced up to see him on his knees, hovering above her, condom in hand, a concerned expression on his face. Darn it, she’d gone and ruined the mood with her silly inexperienced hesitation.
Pasting what she hoped was a convincing smile on her face, she shook her head. “Just wondering if you’d gotten bigger since I last saw…it.” And worrying it wouldn’t fit.
He chuckled. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Hmmmm.”
“You’re sure about this? We can stop anytime you want.”
Stop? She glanced down to his hard, throbbing erection. He’d stop even though she knew he had to be aching right now?
Of course he would, this was Tony. He may have broken her heart years ago, but the man had the kindest soul she’d ever met. Even then, he’d acted out of care for her, not malicious intent.
He always did what was best for others. Sweet, wonderful, caring Tony.
Telling her stupid heart to harden up, she nodded. “I’m sure. Now, put that thing on and let’s finally take what we both want.” Because no matter what happened next, right now, she wanted Tony more than anything in this whole world.
Tearing the foil, he rolled the protection over his erection, hissing through his teeth as he gripped himself. Poor guy had to be hurting. She could relate. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down to her, opening her legs wider to accommodate him.
“Bonita.”
He uttered the sweet pet name before gently kissing her. Her heart melted, but it didn’t crack. This was just sex, she kept repeating over and over in her mind.
His fingers found her again, readying her, starting up the storm of need once more. Then the blunt head of his erection pressed against her. One thrust and he pushed inside. She gasped at the full sensation. New, but not unpleasant, and she rolled her hips, causing him to curse.
“Slow.”
“Fast,” she countered. She needed fast. Needed him. Now.
Arching her hips, taking him in deeper, she heard him swear again.
“Fast,” he agreed. “Slow next time.”
Darn right, next time. With the way her body hummed right now, she planned for there to be many more next times before this thing between them died out.
Tony set a rhythm, quick, deep thrusts that had her crying out his name, begging, praising. Every inch of her body came alive in a way it never had before. Her mind floated above, yet stayed in the moment, feeling every rasp, every thrust. His hips angled, causing him to hit that inner spot once again. In a short matter of moments, she cried out, cresting a wave of completion she’d never achieved before.
Tony swore, calling out her name before collapsing on top of her.
Holy cow!
Her body sank into the soft mattress beneath her. She was boneless; there was no other way to put it. After the past few days of intense stress, she finally felt every muscle in her body relax, like warm, gooey marshmallow fluff. No wonder people touted sex as a stress reliever. Even her eyelashes felt lighter.
Sleep pulled at her. Wasn’t it the guy who was supposed to fall asleep after sex?
Tony’s lips brushed her cheeks, soft words falling on sleepy ears. The sandman’s dust became too great. Sighing, she snuggled into the bed, wrapping her arms around the man who’d just given her an otherworldly experience. Her lips curled in a grin as the humor of the situation hit her. See, she could have meaningl
ess sex with her ex, and the only thing she was losing was consciousness.
Take that heart.
Chapter 19
No, no, no! Why the hell hadn’t she left yet?
He kicked at the tree stump in front of him, cursing as a bolt of pain shot up his leg. Damn, stupid move, but it helped relieve a bit of his anger. The cold night air burned his lungs as he sucked in a calming breath. Fat chance. Calm was an emotion far from his grasp at the moment. He’d have to settle for buzzing annoyance.
The car thing should have worked. He’d seen her face the other morning when the old as shit truck hadn’t started. A small part of his brain berated himself for his actions—he didn’t want to cause Jamie strife; he simply wanted her back home. If she’d just give up this stupid camp fantasy and come back, everything would be fine. He could drop all this sneaking around sabotage bull and go back to civilization where stores were open past nine p.m.
Seriously, who closed a grocery store at eight thirty? He couldn’t believe it when he went into town to restock his supplies and found the damn placed locked up tight, lights off. Going in the day risked a run in with Jamie. Because of this stupid, fucking, one horse town he had to drive over an hour to go to an all-night store in Aspen.
Okay, that wasn’t fair. The town had more than one horse. From what he’d seen, damn place was overrun with the smelly beasts.
The lights in the upper bedroom clicked off. He assumed it to be a bedroom. Having never been inside the house, the layout was a mystery. The curtains were open, but a gauzy lace still covered the pane, letting light in and out, but obscuring the goings on inside. Even his shitty-as-fuck binoculars couldn’t help him see inside. And he’d tried.
Goddamn he tried.
The asshole had his truck parked out front still. The one who’d been hanging around. The one who’d taken Jamie in his own vehicle the other day when hers wouldn’t start.
Dammit, that hadn’t been part of the plan!
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