26. Kat
Inearly tripped over my purse as I rushed to get the door. I paused in the entryway, took a deep breath and let it out, and did my best to appear calm and collected, even if I didn’t feel that way. It’d been nearly a month since Jameson’s and my fortuitous meeting on the train and the time was flying by so quickly now. We spent our work days sneaking in heated looks and exchanging dirty messages and discreet touches, and then we’d spend most evenings together, too. Things were so good with us, and today we had a real date, one that involved more than just grabbing food after a hot sex session.
Today we were starting with the hanging out, although I was still hoping it’d end with us naked and sweaty.
Of course, I didn’t know if he considered it a real date. Last night as I was getting dressed to head home, I’d remarked that I still hadn’t seen much of the city, and he’d said that we better amend that ASAP.
The knock sounded again, jerking me out of my thoughts.
“Good morning,” I said as I swung open the door. My throat went dry and all I could do was blink. I loved Jameson in a suit, and the hot flashes his ties gave me as I thought of new creative ways we could use them, but there was something very sexy about the simple blue T-shirt and worn-in jeans. I wanted to tell him to turn around so I could get a view of the back, the way he’d once done to me, but then he leaned in and kissed me, and my focus went to the feel of his lips and light scrape of scruff.
That’swhatelseisdifferent.Hehasscruff.
I ran my hand down his face, his whiskers tickling my palm, and tipped onto my toes so I could deepen the kiss. Jameson wrapped his arm around my waist, pressing me tighter as his tongue met mine, stroke for stroke.
“Now it’s a good morning.” Two creases formed between his eyebrows, the expression so opposite of his words.
“What?”
“You’re turning me into a guy who says cheesy shit like ‘now it’s a good morning.’”
I moved my lips to his jawline so I could feel the scrape of his scruff again. “I like cheesy shit.” I moved my lips to the side of his neck. “Bring on more of the cheesy shit.”
His low laugh vibrated in his throat, and in turn, my lips. Then he ran his hands down my body and gripped my ass, fitting me tighter to him. My body took that as a signal it was game on, and I wondered if my panties would ever survive a session with Jameson without getting wet.
God,Ihopenot.
Jameson released his grip and grabbed my hand. “Come on, sexy. If you keep that up, we’ll end up in bed all day.” I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong with that and he placed a finger to my lips. “I have plans. Day plans, night plans, all the plans. You’re just going to have to rein in your inner nympho for a few hours.”
“Okay, but when I let her free, just know that she’s going to be uncontrollable.” I flicked out my tongue, licking his finger, and Jameson’s eyes darkened, sending my heart rate skyrocketing.
He drove his fingers through my hair and tugged, tipping my face to his. “We’ll see about that.”
With that challenge hanging in the air, he led me to his car. I sank into the leather seat and watched Jameson round the hood, staring at him like a lovesick teenager.
I had no idea what to expect out of this outing, but he drove us to the harbor, pulled the car into a parking spot, and cut the engine.
“Since you only have a couple more weeks here, I figured we should start with the most important sights first.”
Onlyacouplemoreweeks…When I first arrived in Boston, all I wanted to do was get this boss-in-training stuff over with. Now the thought of leaving in a few weeks had me panicking over how little time I had to enjoy days like this, not to mention my assertive foreplay and sex training.
Sure I already got the gist of it, but there were more positions and more things I wanted to try. I’d held back on one, afraid it’d cross the line, and if Jameson knew, I was sure he’d get mad at me for holding back. Which was why I planned to work up the courage soon, but I now realized it needed to be sooner rather than later.
“You look upset. If you’d rather do something else, we can—” “Whatever you have planned is exactly what I want to do.
Like I said last night, I’ve been wanting to explore Boston, and I’m very satisfied with the sexy tour guide I got hooked up with.” I flashed him a smile I couldn’t quite keep hold of. “The time aspect just hit me is all. How am I already at the month mark?”
“Time flies when you’re having fun.” “Oh, and you assume I’m having fun?”
Jameson leaned across the car, cupped my chin, and brushed his lips across mine. “I don’t have to assume. I can tell by the way you scream my name.”
Nope. My panties didn’t stand a chance of making it through the day. He kissed me, one hard press of lips that was over way too fast, and then he climbed out of the car.
Another thing had changed since I’d arrived in Boston. At first I wanted to know more about Jameson Stone. I wanted to know everything and to dig a little and see what made him tick. But I felt myself growing attached, despite my internal warnings, and now I worried that knowing more would only get me into trouble, and it felt like I’d already landed myself in quicksand, my feelings only making me sink faster.
Don’tthinkaboutthatnow,don’tthinkaboutthatnow…
The area near the harbor was bustling with people out enjoying the sunshine. I loved the energy and the old buildings and staring out at the sparkling water and seeing the boats bobbing along, and I kept stopping our progress to take pictures like the tourist I was.
Jameson was different here than in the office, everything about him more relaxed, like the weight of the world had been temporarily lifted off his shoulders. I wrapped an arm around his waist and curled closer to him. “I love it here. It’s so much greener, and Hartford doesn’t have a harbor. And it’s not like I have a boat, so I couldn’t really do much besides stare at the harbor, but still. It’s nice to know that theoretically I could sail out there someday and see more of it.”
“If you did have a boat, and money was no object, would you choose speed or luxury?”
I glanced out at the water again and thought of sipping fruity drinks on a deck—a good option, for sure. Then I thought of speeding across the water, the wind in my hair, and felt a kick of adrenaline. “Depends on the day and mood, but I think I’d choose speed.”
Jameson looked pleased at the news. “That was my guess.” “What about you? Speed or luxury?”
He turned us down a dock, keeping me tucked next to him. “I actually have both?—”
“Of course you do,” I said.
He poked my side. “Hey. Technically one belongs to the company, but the speedboat’s all mine, and I worked my ass off to get it.”
I tipped back and gave a pointed look to his delectable denim covered ass. His suit coat usually obscured part of it, which was a shame, really. “Looks like it’s still there to me.”
He rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Admit it. I’m hilarious.”
He smiled down at me and warmth swirled through my chest. “You’re definitely entertaining.”
“Not exactly the same thing, but I’ll let it go since I’m going to ask for something else.”
“A ride on my speed boat? Because before you interrupted, I was going to offer you one.”
“Okay, I’m going to ask for two somethings.”
He slowed us to a stop and turned to face me, placing his hands on my hips. “Let’s hear it.”
“But if I let you keep guessing, you might say more things that I want to do, and maybe I can rope you into them, too.”
“If you don’t spit it out, rope will be involved in your punishment.”
“Mmm. You need to work on your threats—that sounds like a reward to me.”
Jameson’s fingers dug into my skin. Using his strong grip, he yanked me flush with him, and I could feel him growing hard against my stomach. “I know you’re going to be the death of me, and yet here I am playing with fire, asking it to consume me.”
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat echoing mine. “Later, there will be fire and consuming. Right now, I want water and fish.”
Confusion crinkled his brow. “You mean dinner? I have reservations set for later, but if you need a snack…”
“No, I want to see fish not eat them.” I pointed over his shoulder, and he glanced back.
“You want to go to the New England Aquarium?” “If it won’t mess up your plans.”
“Actually, I haven’t been there in a long time. When I was younger, I decided I wanted to be a marine biologist, so I used to constantly beg my mom to bring me.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t demand it,” I teased. As I’d mentioned before, it was hard for me to picture a little Jameson. He seemed like he just came this way, bossy and demanding and tall and muscular and sexy as hell.
“My parents didn’t react to demanding nearly as well as my employees do.” Jameson lifted the hand I had on his chest, kissed the back of it, and then laced his fingers with mine. It was such a boyfriend-type move, and along with the tingles, a spark of hope ignited, even though I knew I should keep myself in check. “Let’s go see some fish.”