Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
W as it possible to die from embarassment?
Jamie was pretty sure she was about to find out. Did he just offer her sympathy sex? Admittedly, she didn’t know much about sex, but she didn’t think that she wanted some guy having sex with her because he felt bad for her.
She wanted what the heroines in her books got from their men, passion and desire. She wanted a man who couldn’t keep his hands off her, not a man who was willing to do the unthinkable.
“Um,” Jamie cleared her throat uncomfortably, “no thanks. I’ll just stick to videos and books.”
Nick’s eyes narrowed on her as he got to his feet. “I meant,” he bit out tightly, “that I’d help you, not that I would sleep with you, Jamie.”
“Oh...” she said, thinking it over before asking, “Why?”
“Why what?” he snapped, looking angry as he walked over to her computer to check something.
“Why do you care?”
“I need you healthy and whole to do this tour, Jamie,” Nick explained, keeping it short and sweet, but she got the point. He was only offering to help her for his job, not because he cared. It was foolish, but she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he didn’t care.
Maybe that was for the best, Jamie decided. If they kept a professional distance, she’d feel more comfortable about asking him questions. If they were friends, she probably wouldn’t feel comfortable with some of the questions that she was dying to ask.
“Okay, where do we start,” Jamie asked brightly, ignoring his scowl as he gestured for her to sit on the couch.
Trying to hide her nerves, she quickly sat down at the end of the small sofa. Nick sent her a questioning look but said nothing as he turned the television on and went to the pay-per-view menu. When he scrolled down a list of titles that could only be adult movies she gasped and lunged for the remote.
“What are you doing?” Jamie demanded as she did her best to steal the remote away from him before he could do something that would destroy them both.
“I’m helping you go through your list,” Nick said, holding the remote just out of her reach as he selected a movie.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped. “They’ll know!”
“Who?” he asked, frowning.
“Everyone!”
“That I watched a skin flick?” Nick asked, frowning.
“Yes!” Jamie hissed as she shot a nervous look at the door, half expecting someone to break down the door to yell at them.
“No one’s going to care as long as I pay for it, and besides, no one will know you watched it, Jamie. This isn’t your room,” he pointed out.
“Oh,” Jamie mumbled quietly, thinking it over and realizing that he was right.
As long as no one said anything, no one would have to know that she watched this with him. Maybe it would be for the best if she let him help her with this, just the learning and asking questions part. For the rest, she’d find a man who wanted her, which she hoped wouldn’t be too difficult because she was ready to have sex soon.
Well, if they were going to do this, then they needed to do it right, Jamie thought as she quickly made her way to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To get my notebook!” she yelled over her shoulder as she threw the door open and raced out of the room.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Nick shot a look over at his little recluse as she scribbled something else down on her notebook and couldn’t help but sigh. She hadn’t been kidding, after all. Fifteen minutes into the movie and the woman hadn’t stopped writing for more than a second.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she suddenly asked.
He followed her gaze to the television and nearly groaned when he realized what she was asking. “No, it doesn’t,” he said tightly, shifting on the couch, again, which sadly had nothing to do with the brunette giving head in the movie and everything to do with the little recluse sitting by his side taking notes.
“It doesn’t hurt when her teeth glide over it?” Jamie asked, looking entranced with the action as he struggled not to imagine Jamie on her knees in front of him doing exactly that. What the hell had he been thinking offering to help her with this?
He really was a fucking idiot.
Any other man would have shoved her out the door, but instead of doing that, he’d offered to teach her about sex. Now, he was stuck sitting here, sporting the hardest erection of his life and wishing like hell that he hadn’t offered to put himself through this hell.
“Why is she moaning when he’s not even touching her?” Jamie asked, sounding curious.
“Because it’s a movie,” Nick said, shifting again before reluctantly adding, “And some women enjoy the act.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Nick said tightly, praying the movie would end soon and he’d be able to get her out of here so he could relieve himself, again. For almost two weeks, he’d been forced to seek relief from his hand as she drove him crazy and wondered why the little recluse affected him like this.
She was cute, pretty, and had a great body, but he’d seen better, but no other woman left him hard and aching like her. The only explanation he had for this temporary insanity was the fact that she was forbidden fruit and virginal, untouched. He nearly whimpered when his cock jumped at the thought.
This was hell.
“I don’t think he’s doing that right.”
“What?” Nick asked, refusing to look at her, knowing that his poor dick didn’t need a visual.
“She looks bored and, um, well, his tongue is barely touching her,” she pointed out.
He looked back at the screen and cursed softly as he watched the man go down on the admittedly bored-looking woman. Normally, that was something he liked to skip with a woman. It was too intimate and he sure as hell didn’t trust any woman enough to do that. He might like one-night stands, but that didn’t mean he liked to take chances. Growing up the way he had, he knew damn well what could happen. It also didn’t hurt that he didn’t have much of an interest in doing it.
Until now.
Now, he wanted to do it for Jamie. Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to do it for him . He wanted to strip her naked, lay her on the bed and lick between her legs where he knew he’d find her soft, so damn soft, and wet. He’d take her with his tongue, but not like this idiot was doing, and he’d make damn sure that she wasn’t bored. Until she screamed his name, he wouldn’t stop licking her, sucking her, fuck-
“I don’t think I want some guy doing that to me,” Jamie muttered, sounding disgusted.
He just barely stopped himself from telling her that he damn well was going to do that to her and she damned well was going to like it when he remembered that he was going through a momentary lapse of sanity. She was a shy, little recluse who didn’t know the game and was far from his type. He liked his women practiced, who knew what they wanted in bed, and more importantly, how to give him what he wanted. Jamie didn’t know shit and was going to be completely dependent on whatever guy she took to bed.
Why the idea of being the one to teach Jamie how to fuck had his poor dick twitching, Nick would never know, but he wished like hell that it would stop. He rubbed his hands over his damp face and had to wonder when he’d broken out into a sweat. Probably about the same time he thought about Jamie’s lips wrapped around his dick, Nick thought, shifting again.
“Wait, why is he putting his-”
Whatever she said was lost on him as his eyes shot to the screen. He felt is eyebrows arch impossibly higher as he dove for the remote.
“Wait! I wanted to see that!” Jamie grumbled, but he didn’t care. A man could only take so much.
“It’s time for bed,” Nick blurted out as he swiped a magazine off the bureau and held it discreetly in front of the huge tent in his pants.
“What?” Jamie asked, shooting a nervous look between him and the bed. The fact that she didn’t look excited over the idea did not piss him off.
It didn’t.
“I meant that I’m tired and that we’re going to have to call it a night,” he explained tightly.
“Oh,” Jamie mumbled, shoulders slumping as she stood up, hugging her notebook against her chest as she headed for the door only to pause halfway there and worry her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re still going to help me, right?” Jamie asked softly as she stared down at her feet and he just barely stopped himself from going over to her and taking her into his arms.
He was not a hugger, damn it!
“Yes,” Nick bit out, knowing that the sooner he helped her get laid, the better. No, scratch that. The sooner he got laid the better.
Maybe he should head downstairs to the hotel bar and pick up a woman. No, he couldn’t do that since there was absolutely no way that he was going to last that long. The damn woman had him panting and ready to burst and she hadn’t even touched him.
“Are you okay?” Jamie asked, moving to take a step closer as she ran her eyes over him, looking concerned.
“Great. Fine. Never been better,” Nick said quickly as he ushered her towards the door, making sure to keep the magazine firmly in place. “I’ll look over your computer and get it back to you tomorrow,” he said, opening the door and pretty much shutting it in her face.
“Okay, goodnight,” he thought he heard her mutter, but didn’t really care.
He dropped the magazine, reached down and undid his pants and had himself in hand as he quickly made his way to the bathroom. He slapped his hand against the wall above the toilet, closed his eyes, and thought about Jamie’s face. Never in his life had he been this turned on by a woman and he sure as hell never pictured a woman’s face while he jerked off. Now, he couldn’t help but moan as the image of her sweet face caused his balls to tighten. He didn’t even finish the second stroke before his legs threatened to give out and a long groan escaped him.
“ Jamie ,” he heard himself growl in ecstasy.
He dropped his hand away and flushed the toilet, panting as he stumbled back away from the toilet, wondering what the hell was happening to him. She shouldn’t be affecting him like this. He didn’t want her. Okay, that was bullshit.
He shouldn’t want her.
She was his responsibility and definitely not his type, but he couldn’t help but like the idea of holding her in his arms and kissing her, something he didn’t usually like but did to get a woman to spread. With Jamie, he just wanted to kiss the little recluse. His arms actually ached from the urge to hold her.
This was so damn wrong. If he didn’t need J.L. Lewis so damn much, he’d either walk away or fuck her to get her out of his system, but he did. J.L. Lewis was the key to his success. Once he was done with her, no one would care that he was the bastard raised by whores. He was going to make a name for himself, but he needed her to do it and sleeping with her would only screw up his plans.
He was going to have to keep his damn hands to himself and his dick in his pants around her. It didn’t matter how much he wanted her because he wanted what J.L. Lewis could give him a hell of a lot more.