Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
W e’re at the entrance to what looks like a stone cottage, but anything beyond the wooden door is lost on me. A balmy air wraps around my arms and legs and through my knee-length dress as the sun slips below the coral horizon. My eyelids melt together, blurring the swaying grass and buttercups around us.
He grabs my waist and gently pushes me against the door. Everything below my belly button tingles and cheers. He presses his lips against mine, firm but tender, before moving to my neck and shoulder, pulling my smocked sleeve down my upper arm. I layer my wrists behind his neck, pulling him in tighter and running my fingers through his hair. He moans.
I run my fingers through the strands. His hands squeeze my hips.
The he has no face. But he’s warm and smells of musky vanilla and red wine. I taste it on him too as our tongues swirl together.
It’s the most intimate I’ve ever gotten, yet my body knows exactly what to do.
“Oh,” I gasp. He kneads everything south of my back like bread dough, with more and more grip on each squeeze.
His groans grow louder. I grind against him, and he reciprocates. The heat between us could burn a hole right through our clothes. He bites my shoulder. I nearly break the skin along his shoulder blades with my nails.
“Ah,” he lets out. “Oh God. Kat.”
“Oh, Jamie.”
Chilly night air sweeps through my lungs.
I lurch up in bed, my eyes flying open to reveal my actual reality. The bedroom is still dark. Moonlight filters in through the window. A layer of sweat coats me from head to toe. I lie down, face to the ceiling, out of breath. I try my best to forget what just happened, but no matter how hard I press my eyelids together, there’s no unseeing what I just saw... what I felt.