9. Emma
Idon’t know what possessed me, but once we were alone, Jaime overwhelmed me. His scent, his warmth and charm. Everything I’d been missing about him compelled me to act. It was as if I didn’t have control of my body.
My lack of control scared me even as the taste of Jaime thrilled me. What would happen if we were to take it further? Could my heart handle it when this inevitably ended?
My brain was fighting with my body, which was screaming for more of Jaime’s touches. It frightened me how much I wanted him, which was why I pushed him away so forcefully.
But then something strange happened. It was as if the cosmic presence of both Abby and Caroline converged and I could practically hear their voices screaming at me to “let go.” Ever since my mom died, I’d been holding onto every little thing as if my life depended on it because I was terrified of what else I might lose.
But the truth was I’d already lost Jaime, so I really had nothing to lose. Why not have some fun? Why not get answers to some long burning questions about Jaime? Like what it would be like to spend all night in his arms—or what it would feel like to have him inside of me. That question had driven me to near madness a few times in my adult life.
When I shoved him away, though, the wounded look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. Despite what I’d said, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted the heat back in his eyes and his hands on me, so moments after I pushed him away I told the sexy man in front of me, “What the hell am I saying? I don’t want to stop.” Then I grabbed his shirt again, yanking him to me, and our mouths crashed together.
He groaned against my lips, and my hands ran over his taut chest and stomach. I have vivid memories of what he looked like without a shirt on when we would go swimming as kids. But I suspected those broad shoulders and muscular arms I’d been admiring since I got back matched that of a mature man, one who would make me forget, if only momentarily, about all the pain and loss.
His mouth traveled over my cheek and down my neck, and the feel of his lips against my skin warmed me from the inside out. “Jaime,” I breathed, “come inside with me.”
His eyes were dark and wild as they looked down into mine. “Are you sure, Bella?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m sure.” I would not let any niggling worries ruin this moment—I wanted him, and I wasn’t about to let him go.
His eyes dipped to my mouth and then down the rest of my body as I rushed to grab my clutch, my hands shaking with excitement as I dug for my room key. It was only the size of a wallet and yet I was fumbling to find the key when Jaime reached his hands out, covering my shaking hands with his large, steadying ones.
“Let me help,” he said in his deep, reassuring voice. Keeping one hand on mine, his other reached inside my clutch and effortlessly snagged the key card. I was grateful for his steadiness because I felt like I was going to come apart if I didn’t get in his arms soon.
He flashed the key card on the sensor, and the door clicked open. Then he held it up between two fingers, offering it back to me as he grabbed the door handle.
It wasn’t lost on me that the next time I walked out of this room, I will finally know what it’s like to be with Jaime, to share myself completely with him.
With a shaky breath, I follow him in and shut the door behind us with a definitive click. Jaime looked at me for a long moment in the dim light from the lamp Caroline must have left on.
I dared a glance around the room to see that Caroline had indeed cleared out all of her things. Then I returned my nervous gaze back to him. “Jaime?” I started, unsure of what to say next, but he seemed to understand my hesitancy because he answered by reaching out and grabbing my hand, gently tugging me to him until I fell into his arms. His other hand stroked my cheek.
“This is like a dream,” he admitted, his breath fanning over my lips as he stared down into my eyes and I let myself get lost in his big brown soulful eyes, just like I used to. They felt like home.
“I’ve imagined it a million times,” I said before I could bite my tongue. Embarrassment burned my cheeks at the admission, but his sexy smile only grew.
“You have?” he asked in wonder, continuing to stroke his fingers over my cheek, somehow soothing a part of me I didn’t know could be calmed by mere physical touch.
Feeling a little less embarrassed by his response, I nodded. “I guess that’s surprising considering…” I trailed off, not wanting to bring up how I’d ended things.
“No, it’s not surprising,” he said, his voice rolling over me in a sensuous yet comforting way. “You and I have unfinished business, Emma,” he said before he leaned down and captured my mouth again, this time more slowly, like he had all the time in the world. I reveled in the taste of him and how strong and reassuring his arms felt banded around me.
As much as I was enjoying the comfort of his arms, my body wanted more and I decided that, at least for tonight, my body would call the shots. So with a quaking breath, I reached up and gently pushed off Jaime’s shoulders, breaking our kiss. He looked dismayed for a split second before his eyes followed my fingers as they methodically unbuttoned his shirt.
He watched me intently with his dark gaze, the heat in his eyes emboldening me as I shoved his shirt off his shoulders.
Once he was bare chested, I let my eyes take in the sculpted muscles, the light sprinkling of hair on his chest and how it trailed down his defined abs and below his belt. Giddiness raced through me as I trailed my fingertips down his chest and over his stomach, relishing in the way his stomach muscles tightened at my touch. He watched me as I leaned forward and touched my lips to his chest, slowly trailing kisses over his hot skin, darting my tongue out for a taste now and then as I slowly sank to my knees before him.
I hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until my fingers started working at undoing his belt and his breath came out in a hiss and then his fingers were in my hair, gently pulling my head back to look up at him.
How many times had I fantasized about being in this very position, looking up at this man who I could never seem to forget?
“Emma,” he growled. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you in this position,” he admitted. “But I’m not sure I could survive that right now. I need to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around me,” he said in anguish.
Feeling even more emboldened, I rose to my feet, not breaking eye contact as I stood, my fingers still working at his belt and then the snap and zipper of his pants. “Then that’s where you shall be,” I said, as I shoved his pants down over his boxers.
The corner of his mouth quirked upward, and he lunged forward, cupping my face in his hands. “I swear, Bella, you’re going to be the death of me… but I can’t think of a better way to go,” he whispered before he took my mouth again, this time his lips and tongue were much more insistent, taking possession of me even as he shimmied out of his pants.
My hands went to the elastic waistband of his boxers and I shoved those down too, Jaime releasing me long enough to kick them to the side. When he reached for me again, however, I stopped him by placing a palm on his chest while my other hand went to explore the hard, impressive length before me.
I wrapped my fingers around his girth and smiled at the way he sucked in a sharp breath. I gave it a few tentative strokes, enjoying how hard he was for me. “Of all the fantasies I’ve had,” I said, stroking him a little more firmly now, “this is better than I imagined,” I told him in a low voice.
He huffed out a strangled laugh as he watched me intensely beneath those midnight lashes. “I aim to please,” he teased.
I smiled at him then, “Thank God for that,” I said, still stroking him as I leaned into him for another soul searing kiss.
After a long moment, he broke the kiss abruptly, panting as he looked down into my face. “Bella,” he breathed raggedly, “you have way too many clothes on,” he said, eyeing me darkly.
I smiled at him coyly, as I released him and stepped back, watching his expression as I reached behind me and unzipped the back of my dress, the thin straps slipping from my shoulders beneath the weight of the shimmery material and I let the dress fall on its own to the floor, puddling around my matching heels.
A growl ripped from his throat and he stepped forward, snaking his arm around my waist, then bending down to slip his other arm behind my knees to lift me into his arms.
He held me to him effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing, and let his hungry eyes rove down my body before swinging his gaze back to mine. “As soon as we hit the sheets, that scrap of fabric you call panties is coming off,” he warned before glancing towards my feet and turning back to me, “but the heels stay on.”
Jaime set me down on the bed and the sensation of the silky sheets at my back and Jaime”s hard body sliding in between my legs as he lowered himself over me was mind altering.
His mouth attacked mine, and then it was trailing fervent kisses and nibbles, licking at the sensitive skin of my neck, shoulders, and chest.
His hands skated up my waist, cupping the heavy weight of my breasts, and it felt like his mouth was determined to taste every square inch of the two orbs. When his hot mouth finally closed over one of my painfully hard nipples, I cried out, digging my fingers into his thick hair, my hips involuntarily bucking upwards against his erection.
If I thought the sensation of his mouth sucking at my nipple was mind blowing, it was nothing compared to the friction between his hard cock and my still covered pussy. I could feel how wet I was against the silky material of my panties, and my grinding made it even worse.
Jaime growled against my skin, his mouth moving more frantically now down my stomach and I missed the heat of his erection against my center but when he shoved his shoulders in between my shaking thighs, I knew I was about to received the contact I so desperately needed.
He was not gentle with the scrap of fabric still covering me, tearing them away easily, and I’d never been so delighted to see something so completely ruined.
Jaime groaned at the sight of me and his eyes met mine briefly before he focused completely on what was right in front of him. I suppressed a shiver at the way he licked his lips before placing tender kisses over my quivering opening. “Jaime,” I breathed, my hands fisting the sheets next to my hips, preparing for what was to come.
His breath was hot over my exposed skin as his fingers gently explored my slick folds, and my moans filled the air as his fingers grew more confident in their caresses. When the pad of his thumb rubbed my clit, I nearly bolted from the bed, the sensation so intense I cried out his name.
My reaction seemed to spur him on because before I could completely come back down to earth, he slipped a finger inside and started stroking, slowly at first, before adding a second one.
I fought for breath as Jaime masterfully worked my pussy, stroking in and out until suddenly his hot mouth attached itself to my clit and relentlessly sucked on me. I was overwhelmed with sensations—and the knowledge that it was Jaime in between my thighs pushed me even closer to the edge.
His fingers continued to work in tandem with his mouth, ratcheting up the pressure in my core as his other hand reached up and teased a swollen nipple.
“Fuck, Jaime. I’m going to come,” I cried out.
My orgasm crashed through me and I was grateful my room was at the end of a long hallway, otherwise I was certain the entire floor would have heard my cries of pleasure.
I had never come so hard in my life and as my heart struggled to calm down, I wondered if I would ever recover from this, from being with Jaime. He rose from between my legs with a satisfied grin on his face. “That was fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”
He crawled up the bed and settled on top of me, kissing me slowly and thoroughly. Everything about him was intoxicating—his scent, his taste, his breath. I was completely lost in him, anticipating the moment when he’d thrust into me for the first time when panic struck.
I abruptly pushed him away and said, “Jaime, I just realized—I don’t have protection.”
“No? Then what are those?” he asked, nodding to the bedside table.
I followed his gaze and to my surprise, there were a half dozen condoms strewn over the tabletop. Caroline.
I winced as I turned back to him. “Uh, those aren’t mine,” I began, my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Caroline was staying with me and must have left them.”
Jaime grinned widely. “Well, thank you, Caroline.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I debated whether I would hug or scold Caroline later. Then I reached over and snatched a condom off the table, handing it to him.
“Weren’t you saying something about needing to feel me wrapped around you?”
His playful expression turned dark. “Bella, I’ve waited an eternity.”
He leaned back on one elbow and quickly rolled on the condom, then positioned himself in between my legs. I reached for him and whispered, “Jaime, I need to feel you inside of me, please.”
Something feral flashed in his eyes and he positioned himself at my entrance. The erotic image of watching him nudge inside me was almost as intense as feeling him stretch me wide as he invaded.
A long sigh escaped my mouth when he fully seated himself inside me, and I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders as he began to move. “Bella,” he groaned, “your pussy feels even better than I imagined… so hot and tight,” he said through gritted teeth and I could sense he was trying to take it slow, but my body didn’t want him to go slow.
I kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth before pulling away. “Jaime,” I whispered with urgency, “Please. Don’t hold back. I need you to give it to me—everything you’ve got.”
His already molten eyes burned hotter at my words and he responded by kissing me thoroughly before one of his hands slid to my hip, clutching it like it was a lifeline. He picked up the pace, driving into me with a force that had my head spinning and cries of pleasure ripping from my throat.
“Christ, Emma, you feel so fucking good,” he growled as he thrust in and out of me, his mouth hovering over mine. Feeling our breaths fuse together along with our bodies was enough to set me off, tightening and spasming around his hardness.
“Jaime,” I breathed, “I’m going to come again, I can’t stop it,” I almost whined. I wanted this to last, but I could only take so much and I’d never felt this good before.
“That’s it Emma, come for me again, squeeze my cock with that gorgeous pussy. I want to feel you tight around me,” he managed in between breaths.
He leaned down to capture my mouth with his own and when his tongue dueled with mine, imitating the moves his hips were making, I lost it. My orgasm crashed over me and I cried into his mouth while he happily drank in the sound, his hips going even faster now, chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck,” he bit off as he came hard inside me.
He collapsed on top of me and we held each other, a sweaty tangle of limbs, just listening to one another’s breathing as we slowly calmed down. I loved feeling the weight of him on me and I tried to not let my mind wander, thinking about what might happen next or what I should say. I just wanted to stay in this moment and enjoy every second, running my fingers through Jaime’s thick, silky hair.
I almost thought he’d fallen asleep by the sound of his deep, even breathing until he raised his head and looked at me with sleepy, sated eyes.
“Well, we have a problem here Emma,” he said in his sexy, rumbly voice. His words had my heart racing in dread.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. Was this the part where he told me this was a one-time thing and we couldn’t let it happen again? “What’s that?” I managed to get out, even though I would have loved nothing more than to stall.
“Well, I know you have this big merger you’re working on and I have a full-time job, but we’re going to need to find some extra hours in the day to make up for lost time,” he said with a smile. “Now that I know how amazing you taste and feel wrapped around me—not to mention how hot you sound when you come—I’m going to need a lot more of my sweet Emma.” He leaned down then and gave me a slow, bone-melting, sensual kiss and I sighed with relief into his mouth.
When we finally pulled apart, I smiled up at him. “Well, that could be a challenge, but I think we’re up to the task… speaking of tasks, we still have some unfinished business, Jaime,” I said, my eyes exploring his nude body suggestively.
He chuckled at my perusal and kissed me again, pushing me back down on the pillows. “Then we better get to work.”