Chapter 37
“I like this one,” Jameson remarks to himself, looking around. “Lots of bedrooms.”
“I thought you didn’t care about the number of bedrooms?”
He shrugs, not meeting my eyes as he continues to study minute details around him. I have no idea what he’s looking for.
“Could be nice to have, just in case. For visitors…”
“Like your sister’s family?”
He flicks his gaze at me. “Yeah.”
I nod, crossing my arms and looking around more.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“Yeah. I do. But what matters is if you like it.”
He squints at me for a moment, assessing me, then he nods to himself and looks away. It’s one of those moments where I have no idea what he’s thinking.
“Look at this view,” I say, walking toward the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the main living room that span that whole wall. The house is up on a hill, with a clear view of the mountains, the evergreens, the changing golden aspens, and even a glimpse of the lake.
“Beautiful,” he remarks.
“You’re not even looking out the windows.” He’s looking at me.
“I know.” His lids have dropped and he’s wearing that unreadable expression again, the faintest smile touching his mouth.
“Imagine having your coffee right here in the mornings.”
He’s still looking at me. Hasn’t glanced out the window once.
“Or tea,” he comments.
“Or that.”
“You know what would look really good against it?”
“What?” The look in his eyes is making my belly flutter. My breathing quickens, and that desperate need for him has reared its head again. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always present, lingering in the back of my mind like an itch under the skin that I can’t reach.
“You. That ass as I taste you. Or maybe those perfect, full tits as I take you from behind.”
“Jameson.” It comes out barely above a whisper.
“Yes?” He’s almost in front of me, but he’s going painfully slow. What he’s talking about is not like anything I’ve ever done, but the anticipation is lighting me up. Still, there’s a hint of unease lingering there. Maybe that’s what’s making it even more exciting.
“We can’t.”
“Why not? No one is living here right now.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers just barely graze it, and it sends shivers through my entire body. Just being near him makes me weak.
“I don’t know…it’s not…”
He turns me around gently, slowly, so I’m facing out the window, and I comply without hesitation. Okay, so my body definitely wants this.
I feel him lean in, his warm breath near my ear. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to buy it. So, it’s basically mine.”
“You are?” I ask in a breathy, soft gasp. He’s running one hand softly up my outer thigh, and it’s already driving me crazy.
“Yes,” he whispers. “So, tell me. Will this be the first memory I have in this house? Can I think of you screaming for me against this window every time I look at it from here on out?”
I moan at his words. He’s barely even touching me. “Yes.”
His hand pulls my hips toward him with much more purpose, and I let out a gasp as I feel him pressed into me from behind. He’s already ready to take me. Suddenly, there are entirely too many layers of clothes between us.
His other hand makes its way back down my leg at a teasingly slow pace, and when I feel him stop at the hem of my pencil skirt and linger there for a moment, I become ravenous.
He grabs on and yanks it up to my waist, exposing my bare backside. A cool breeze touches me from behind.
“Hands on the window.”
I do as he says, pressing my palms against the cold glass, arching my back and sticking my backside out more.
I feel so exposed yet so aroused by it at the same time.
Out the window, I see houses in the distance, the lake, a road several hundred yards away, and my favorite part—the changing autumn leaves. It feels exhilarating.
He takes a step back, and I hesitate.
“Stay there, please. I need to look at you.” He releases a rough breath from behind me. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
“Jameson, I need you now.” I say, breathless from the high of having him stare at me so exposed.
He approaches again, reaching a hand around and touching me through my thong, moving in slow, light circles.
While his fingers continue to move and make me moan, he kneels behind me, cupping one side of my rear. Then he takes a bite—hard, but not hard enough to break skin.
A groan escapes him, vibrating against my skin. “This is absolute perfection,” he mumbles before taking one more playful bite, smacking it, then whipping me around.
He grabs my leg and lifts it onto his shoulder, and I brace myself against the cold window as best as I can.
He’s moving more fervently now as he pulls my thong to the side and places his mouth on me. The feeling is heaven. I tilt my head back, and within a few minutes, I’m gasping and coming all over him.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against my pulsing body, barely taking his mouth off me as I continue to ride the high.
He sets my leg down and stands, placing a kiss on my lips as I slump between him and the window.
My black skirt is still scrunched up at my waist, and he gently traces his fingers against the outside of my hips for a moment as he waits for me to come back down.
My breathing finally steadies and I look into his eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m just getting started.”
“Good,” I say into his mouth as I place a kiss on his lips. “Now take me how you want me.”
His eyes turn to molten, and he flips me around again, grabbing onto my hips at the crease, much more roughly this time. He removes a hand and smacks my rear again before grabbing hold and driving into me with so much force I gasp. This time I don’t need to be told to put my hands on the glass.
I cry out in surprise and pleasure. “Yes. Oh my…” I can’t finish the sentence as he pulls back and drives into me again with equal force. I adjust to him a little easier this time, but it’s still a delicious pain for a few thrusts.
In and out, in and out he slams into me, keeping a deep, hard rhythm.
I’m on the edge again when he places his fingers on me, and I lose all control. My hands press into the glass so hard, as does the top of my head, as I lose control. He grips me tighter, letting out a grunt as he finishes with me.
I lift my head again, still riding the euphoric waves as he places a palm on the glass by my head. He’s breathing heavily as he wraps his other arm tightly around my waist, holding me up as he rests his forehead on my back.
We stay like that for a minute—a minute that I would like to bottle up and hold onto forever. The feeling of his damp, warm forehead against my back as he holds me tightly to him, our deep breathing somehow completely in sync. It’s perfect. Almost as intimate as what we just finished doing.
Finally, he pulls away and tugs my skirt back down so carefully, giving my leg one last pat as he smooths it out for me.
“Wow. Such a gentleman you are.”
“A gentleman? Do I need to take you somewhere even more exposed than that?” There’s a mischievous look in his eyes, and I know he would do it.
“No, thank you. That was perfect.”
“It was.” A heated glance passes between us. Then he looks around. “I don’t think I’ll take the house after all, though.”
I gasp as my jaw drops. “You little—"
A wide smile touches his eyes, making me pause. “I’m kidding, obviously. I love this place.” His eyes drift toward the very section of the window we were just intimate against, then he looks at me again, the smile gone. An unreadable expression has taken its place.
“Well, I’m going to use the bathroom,” I say. “It should be working. Hopefully.”
He nods.