Mixtape: A Love Song Anthology
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Jamie was staring at me, waiting for an answer. He’d said something, but I’d been too focused on the lucky water droplet to hear him.
“Sorry, what?” I asked.
“You need me to get you something?”
I shook my head. “Thanks, but I don’t think there’s anything that’ll help. It’s just a blister.”
“I dunno, a beer might help.”
I grinned. “Yeah, but it’s not even lunchtime.”
“Maybe not for you, but I’m starving.” He wiped a hand over his mouth and sat back on his haunches. “Want me to make lunch?”
Our meals had been prepped for us, but it was nice he offered. Jamie had money and fame—which could easily go to a guy’s head—yet it seemed like it hadn’t touched him.
“Sure, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I was going to lay out for a bit and dry off, but I can come help.”
He stood and wrapped his towel around his waist, which of course gave me the visual of him being naked beneath it, and my brain went fuzzy again.
“Stay as long as you like.” He collected his snorkel gear. “It won’t take both of us to turn on an oven.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I got it.” He shot me a boyish smile, and then he was off, trekking up the stairs over the rocks and onto the grassy lawn. I spread out my towel and lay down on my stomach, watching him as he rounded the stone wall and disappeared into the outdoor shower.
Birds chirped in the palm trees nearby, and the sun was warm on my skin. I was on a tropical vacation, lying on the beach, while my next project was already lined up, so I shouldn’t have a care in the world. But all I could think about was surviving the rest of this trip without falling for a man who wasn’t interested in more. It was probably already too late for me.
Was there a chance he was interested?
I groaned quietly in my frustration and rolled over onto my back, then lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.
This was silly. I wasn’t going to waste any more of our time together without finding out. I’d said yes to this trip as soon as he asked. We had great chemistry online, and I’d needed to know if the same was true in person—which it absolutely was.
I hadn’t imagined the heat in his eyes just a few minutes ago. He’d cracked the door of opportunity for me, and I was going to nudge it open. I launched upright, gathered my gear and towel, and made my way up the slope to the house. I stacked my snorkel stuff beside his in the grass, then padded on my bare feet across the stone walkway that led to the secluded, open-air shower.
The walls were carved out of black lava rock, and since the balcony was overhead, it felt cave-like as I moved closer to the shower. I pulled up short at the sight of Jamie. He had his back turned and one arm out, his hand flat against the wall, and his head hung. Water from the rainfall showerhead drenched him, running in rivulets down his strong back, his powerful legs, and disappeared into the river rocks bordering the tile he stood on.
My heart wasn’t beating in my chest, but my feet still worked. I took a silent step closer.
The mist coming off him was . . . cold? Now that I was closer, I could see the goosebumps dotting his skin.
He lifted his head, slicked back his hair with a hand, and froze when he saw me. I felt flushed under his gaze, and the longer he stared at me, the thicker the air became. Oh, I definitely hadn’t imagined his heated look from before, because this one . . .
It was hotter than the sun.
My chest was tight as I inched forward, my toes in the cold water pooling on the tile. My voice nearly failed me. “Is the hot water not working?”
He broke our gaze, so he could grab the shower handle and crank it up. The water grew warm instantly. Or maybe it just felt that way because his blue eyes locked onto mine. My heart restarted, only it was in my throat now.
“Why were you taking a cold shower?” I asked.
His eyebrows tugged together, and he rested his hands on his hips. “Because.”
“Because . . .” My tone was soft and hopeful. I had a theory but needed to hear him say it.
He stepped out of the water, bringing us chest to chest. My knees threatened to buckle as he set his hands on my elbows. His palms smoothed up my arms, glided over my shoulders and neck, and came to a stop cradling my face.
“Because,” he whispered, tilting his head down and bringing his lips a breath away. “I was thinking about doing this.”
He lowered his mouth the final inch and kissed me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Anna
I gasped against Jamie’s mouth and threw my arms around his neck, holding on like my life depended on it. His kiss was even more than I’d hoped it’d be. Urgent and greedy and dripping with desire.
His hands slipped down my body and settled on the small of my back, and as he stepped under the stream of water, he pulled me along with him, not letting up on our fiery kiss.
He adjusted the angle, and when my lips parted, his tongue dipped inside my mouth. Yes, every inch of me chanted. His tongue stroked against mine, and a bolt of heat shot down my legs. The water was warm, but I had goosebumps now too.
His kiss traveled down the length of my neck, and I heaved air into my lungs. “Do friends,” I panted, “kiss in the shower like this?”
“I’m hoping to be more than a friend.” He sucked gently on a spot below my ear, but whether my shiver was from his kiss or his words, I couldn’t tell.
“Yeah?” I whispered as my eyes fell shut. What his mouth was doing was incredible. “Why’d you keep it a secret so long?”
His fingertips trailed up my spine, going slowly, one notch at a time. “I didn’t want to fuck things up between us. Wanna hear another secret?”
“Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and clung to him. As his mouth moved to the other side of my neck, my head lolled back.
He mumbled it into my pulse point, his lips brushing against my skin. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”
My heart galloped along. “Me too.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Anna . . . I saw your movie five times.”
Oh my God. His confession melted my brain-to-mouth filter. Since we were talking about secrets, it spilled from me. “I had to use my vibrator last night because of you.” He straightened, and I stared up into his stunning eyes. “And again this morning.”
His expression went heavy with lust. “I heard, and it drove me fucking insane.”
“You heard?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. “I guess the walls are thin.” He stroked his palm down my back until he could cup a handful of my ass. “I came while I was listening to you.”
Well . . . that was fucking hot.
My mouth fell open, and he took advantage. He fused his lips over mine, and this time his kiss was erotic. It hinted what he’d like to do to me. His tongue slashed at mine as our lower bodies pressed together, and his dick was hard against my hip.
Rather than tell him what I wanted, I’d show him. I twisted an arm behind my back until I found the hook and undid the band holding my top in place. Our kiss broke, and his eyes widened with surprise, then flooded with heat as he realized what I was doing. He watched me lift the damp swimsuit over my head, and then he lurched for me, clasping one of my bare breasts in his hand. My top made a sopping noise as it fell to the ground.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as our hands learned the shape of each other’s bodies. He massaged and kneaded my breast, his fingertips circling over my nipple. I sighed and arched into his touch.
Eventually, he drifted lower. He ran his hand between my legs and gauged my reaction, testing the waters before going further. I tightened my grip on his shoulder and moaned eagerly. Was this race car driver worried about moving too fast? Fast worked for me. I felt like we’d been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.
When I palmed him through his shorts,
he squeezed a hand on my hip. It came out in a rush from him. “You wanna go inside?”
Where there was a bed? Along with a stash of condoms in my suitcase? I nodded enthusiastically. Shower sex was difficult and overrated, anyway.
A split second later, I was stumbling along with him to the stairs leading up the side of the house, my swimsuit top abandoned in the shower. I laughed at his determined expression and hurried pace. We came in through the side door, and I focused my gaze down the hallway. Would we go to my room, or his?
Surprise cut off a breath in my lungs as he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me the five steps to the couch. He guided me to sit down on the edge of one of the flat, wide armrests, and I stared up at him. What was his plan? I wasn’t convinced I wanted to fool around here, especially when we were still wet, but when his mouth latched onto my breast and he eased me back, I no longer cared.
All that mattered was he kept touching and kissing me. We’d spent so much time with this space between us, I was drunk off the physical connection. It looked like it was the same for him.
Jamie curled his fingers under the sides of my bikini bottom, his hooded gaze trapping mine as he peeled the wet fabric away. I lifted my legs up to help him along, and he stood, raising the swimsuit until it was past my ankles and he could toss it aside.
If he’d seen The Blindfold Club five times, he’d definitely seen me naked, but my heart swelled at the way he looked at me now. Like it was new and stunning. He parted my legs and dropped a kiss on the inside of my calf while he bent to take a knee.
Anticipation sizzled in my system as his mouth marched along, kissing up the inside of my thigh. Shit, how I wanted him to do what he was about to. My toes curled into points at the first sliver of his tongue on me. It was just a hint of pleasure, but acute.
The sight of his face between my thighs made a whimper leak from my mouth, and it was all the encouragement he needed. There was a flash of his pink tongue over my bare pussy, and then the edges of my vision began to blur as he caressed my clit.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, clutching at the couch. I struggled to catch my breath, which was hopeless. I bowed up off the upholstery, gasping and panting. I clawed at the raised seams of the armrest and tangled a hand in Jamie’s damp hair. My body didn’t know how to react to how good he made me feel.
His hands were braced under my thighs, helping to hold my legs up in the air, and as his mouth increased intensity, I began to tremble. I planted the balls of my feet against his shoulders to brace myself. My moans swelled, echoing in the large room, bouncing off the tile.
I couldn’t take much more of this. The need swirling inside me was overwhelming. I gently tugged a handful of his hair while gulping down breath, trying to slow my racing heart.
The smile on his face was wicked as he climbed to his feet. He ran his hands up my knees, down my thighs, over my hips. New goosebumps dotted my skin in the wake of his touch. Up his palms went while he leaned over me. He closed them around my breasts, pushing them together while his lips captured mine.
With our bodies pressed together, I could feel every inch of him beneath his shorts. Which—why the hell did he still have those on? I pushed a hand between us, trying to get at them.
He straightened, undid his shorts, and they slid down his legs. Now he was naked, and good lord, there wasn’t anything more beautiful than Jamie Campbell in full-frontal. His gaze moved along the length of my body as he gripped just above my ankles, and he teased the naked tip of his cock through my seam.
His shoulders rose with his heavy breath. “You want it?”
I couldn’t contain my eager moan, but he wasn’t wearing anything. “God, yes. But—”
“Back in a second.” He moved so fast, he was halfway down the hall before it registered. He ducked into his room as I lay back on the couch and listened to the rush of blood in my ears. The sound of his bare feet slapping against the floor grew louder as he hurried back to me.
“That was fast.” I grinned as he tore open the condom wrapper in his hands.
His expression was pure seduction as he put it on and moved between my legs. He set a hand beside me on the edge of the armrest to support himself, and his lips hovered over mine. “I can go slow when it counts.”
And he proved his point by sinking into me one fraction of an inch at a time. I arched up and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to drive him deeper, but he moved in slow-motion. The sensation of him pressing inside me only got better as he went, stretching and filling me.
I let out half a groan and curled my hands around his biceps. “Oh,” I gasped like I was cheering him on. “Oh, oh.”
He straightened and cast his gaze down to where we were joined. The muscle along his jaw flexed, strangling what might have been a grunt. He drew back his hips, and I placed my feet flat against his shoulders. As he eased back inside a second time, he set his hands on the insides of my thighs, his fingertips right on the edges of my pussy. So he could peel me open and watch better.
I shoved my hands in my hair, using my arms to push my breasts together while he found his pace. I was going to burst. Each thrust gathered the intensity in my body, building toward release. He varied his tempo too, keeping me guessing. His quick, then slow movements caused my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Fuck, Anna,” he whispered. “It feels so good.”
I rose onto an elbow and reached for him. He was so far away when I needed his mouth on mine. My fingertips settled on his cheek as he came to my desperate kiss.
The padded armrest was surprisingly comfortable, but also precarious. I had to squeeze my core and hold my balance when he sped up his rhythm. The slap of bare skin meeting bare skin punctuated the air in the room, sometimes drowned out by my gasps and moans.
I was close to coming, and it felt like Jamie was too. He hauled me up so I was sitting, and I hooked an arm behind his neck to hold on, folding my legs around his hips. Our blistering rhythm made the couch inch along the floor.
The orgasm seemed near, but suddenly it was right on me. I jerked his head to mine and crushed my lips to his. The spike of ecstasy ripped through my center, sending waves of bliss along my legs and up my back. Jamie slowed as I cried out, but he didn’t stop, and it made my orgasm last longer. Practically drew it out forever. I flinched and shuddered, fireworks of aftershock pleasure lighting me up.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. His thrusts went wild and erratic, and the muscles in his chest tensed. He started his end just as I came down from mine.
Warmth rolled through my bloodstream as I felt the pulses deep inside me and listened to his long moan. He stilled, took in a recovering breath, and nestled his mouth against the side of my neck, delivering new shudders.
“That was fun,” he said between two short pants. “Let’s do that again.”
“Okay.” I was in total agreement with this plan. “Lunch first? You said you were hungry.”
“Forget it. I can always eat tomorrow.”
I pulled back so I could look at him. “Tomorrow?”
He feigned seriousness. “I’d like to fuck you all over this house, and we’re on a timetable, here. We had breakfast. Do we really need food again today?”
I laughed and played along. “All right. Where—”
“The king-sized bed is next.”
My grin had to be huge. “Well, let’s get to it, then.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jamie
Anna and I barely left the bed the rest of the day. After a second round, she thought I was out of commission—but I found her vibrator, and we had fun with that.
Eventually, we got up and ate a late lunch. We sat at the table eating our pasta with stupid grins on our faces. How the fuck did I get this lucky? I stared at her like a lovestruck teenager, and maybe it was true.
It was entirely possible I was in love with her, and had been for several months.
We did our best
to make good on my promise of fucking all over the house. After dinner, I’d been doing the dishes when her hands slipped around my waist. She undid my shorts, turned me so my back was pressed against the sink, and went down on me. Her hot mouth made me so wild, the blow job ended with her bent over the island in the kitchen, my hands on her hips and hers squealing against the quartz counter top.
Her bed became our bed.
In the morning, it was still dark out when her phone chimed with a message.
And another.
On the third ding, Anna made a sound of frustration and hunted for the phone on the nightstand. I was half-asleep in a sex coma when she bolted upright, and it snapped me wide awake.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Who’s texting you?”
“My publicist.” Her tone was hesitant. “She got a request for comment from TMZ.”
It was still too early to process anything. “What?”
“They’ve already posted it and identified you.” She turned her screen so I could see.
Pictures of me off the racetrack were always weird. I’d never understand why strangers would care about my personal life—I was barely famous. Anna had to deal with this shit way more than I did.
My first impression of the picture gave me a smile, but it froze. The invasion of privacy didn’t usually bother me, but this one? It got under my skin. Most likely because it was with her.
The photographer had captured us on the beach yesterday. Anna, in her blue-green bikini, sitting on the sand, and me beside her, my hand on her leg. The perfect timing of the shot made that innocent moment between us look like a lot more. She was gazing up at me with a dazzling smile, and my body language read like I was leaning in to kiss her.
The picture was a lie, but also not. We’d made it true only minutes later.
“Whoever took it had to be on one of those boats,” I said.
“Yeah, with a long fucking lens.” She tossed the covers aside and climbed out of the bed, marching toward the bathroom.
I followed her, wincing as she snapped on the blinding overhead light. “This is bad?” I asked. “People knowing we’re together?”