Chapter 19
Alicia
‘Tell you what I’d like now?’ Jamie hovered over Alicia, glowing like an athlete who’d won an Olympic medal for sauna sex.
‘What’s that?’
‘To be in Antarctica. Failing that, somewhere I’m not kneeling on wood and dripping with sweat but I can still enjoy this view.’
Alicia concurred. ‘Sauna sex is incredible but I’d like a drink of water, and a shower.’
‘Let’s get back to the lodge.’ Jamie leaned down and kissed her, transferring the taste of his salty skin to her lips. ‘If you’re up for it, we could make a run for it. It’s still blizzard conditions so I doubt anyone will see. But we can get dressed if you want to.’
Excitement spiralled up from within Alicia. This was insane. She would never run around outdoors in the nude, in the snow, no less. Anyone could be watching. But she heard herself agreeing to it, heard throaty laughter that could only be her own peal around the sauna.
Jamie climbed down from the bench, switched the sauna off and gathered up their clothes. As he opened the door, the bitter wind and blustering snow assaulted them. ‘Jeez! I forgot it was this cold.’ He jumped from foot but held out his hand for Alicia. ‘Okay, go, go, go!’
Any heat from the sauna vanished in an instant, but Alicia was still riding high. And as much as she shouldn’t draw attention to herself, with her hand in Jamie’s, she laughed all the way back to his lodge – the surreal nature of this experience overriding any cares or worries about being seen.
The lodge door was unlocked, so they ran straight in. Jamie led her to the bathroom where they stepped under the giant monsoon head, letting the warm water rinse away the dried heat from the sauna.
Under the running water, Jamie was like a calendar model. He scraped his fingers through his hair and Alicia thought, that could be January. Now, if he’d lean his hands on the tiles and run the faucet over the back of his head that would be February. March, he could put his hand on his––
‘You look like you’re thinking naughty things.’
‘Caught out. I was.’
‘Good.’
Jamie’s hand moved between her legs again. She’d never have thought she could go for a third time in one night, but soon Alicia was experiencing her third climax of the evening, thanks to his skilful finger play.
The cherry on the cake was that not once did he say anything about having slept with a model or a celebrity.
He just told her how radiant she was and how he’d never had sex like it.
They were words she could return with absolute truth.
And the best thing was, with Jamie, it was obvious he was with her rather than her status.
‘You’re staying the night, right?’ he asked as they sat curled on the couch by the fire in hotel robes after their shower, drinking tumblers of Butler’s whisky.
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘Of course you have a choice. I’m not forcing you to stay here, but––’
‘Actually, I don’t have a choice.’
His brow furrowed.
‘My body is telling me to stay. I can’t go home because I need more of you.’
And it relaxed again as realisation hit.
‘Ah,’ he said, ‘I understand.’ He put his whisky glass down and shuffled closer to her on the couch. Took her glass and placed it next to his own. As his mouth claimed hers again, Alicia tasted the bonfire and pears of the whisky on his lips.
Jamie’s hands snaked inside Alicia’s robe and he cupped her breast in his palm.
Her whole body capitulated to his touch.
There was something about the two of them that fit, although being intimate with Jamie was about more than the physical.
It was like he cast a spell over her, and the more his hands were on her, the more spellbound she became.
Whisky lips were tantalising her nipples and Alicia was now wet for the fourth time that night.
Evident by the urgency of his kisses and the jutting in his robe, Jamie was more than ready to take her again.
Wanting to give as much as he had given, she found him through the folds of the fabric.
He stopped kissing her, closed his eyes and leaned back, his breathing heavier, more laboured.
It was perfect viewing, watching this Scotsman rise and be roused.
But suddenly – unexpectedly, incredibly – Jamie opened his eyes, pushed up from the couch, scooped Alicia into his arms and strode to the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed and untied her robe.
Then he was throwing off his own robe, presenting himself in all his magnificence: the expansive and muscular torso, the unremitting biceps, the masterful thighs and, most pertinently now, the giant and insistent erection.
She throbbed at the anticipation of that being inside her again.
‘Alicia, you’re going to have to forgive me.’ Jamie spoke in that gravelly Scots accent which would allow her to forgive him almost anything. ‘But I can’t do anything more than fuck you right now. I want to do foreplay, but it’ll end me. I need to be in you.’
Alicia could barely form words at this declaration.
‘Just do it, Jamie. Forget foreplay.’ She tilted her sex towards him, inviting him.
This minor adjustment seemed to shift Jamie’s arousal gauge even closer to maximum.
He quickly grabbed a condom from a bag, then moved, once again, to her entrance and pushed himself in.
This time he didn’t gradually introduce her to his length and girth.
He was in dire need. She understood and it was glorious.
Yes, she could take him – all of him. He filled her completely as he sunk down into her soaking heart. The heart he had made that way.
Few words came from Jamie this time. Just ‘Fuck, Alicia, you feel so good,’ before something raw consumed him and all that he emitted were guttural grunts.
Alicia gushed like melting snow. He, who had been such a generous lover, was now lost in his own world of intense sexual euphoria: a sight and sound to behold.
It barely surprised her when, as his body stiffened on the verge of release, her sex tremored and erupted in orgasm once more.
What was this man doing to her? This man, who was further inside her than any man had been and who was bellowing out the most primal orgasmic sound she’d ever heard.
She’d never known anyone enjoy her like this.
As their breath settled, Jamie lay inside Alicia for a second or two, the world coming back into focus for both of them.
‘Woah!’ he said. ‘I got lost there.’
‘You did. I loved every minute.’
‘It was minutes?’ He joked.
‘Ha. Yes, it was quite a few minutes and they were incredible.’
He rolled over onto the pillow next to her.
‘Incredible is one word. Possibly an overstatement on your part. I got a bit carried away.’
‘Jamie, you were entitled to “get carried away”. All you’ve done all night is give me orgasms. I adored you getting lost in you.’
‘Oh, I wasn’t lost in me. I was lost in you. I wouldn’t be like a caveman going at it hammer and tongs if it weren’t for you right underneath me. There’s never been a woman turns me on so much.’
‘And I’ve never known a man to turn me on like you.
With this face’. Alicia trailed her fingers down Jamie’s jaw.
‘And this body.’ Her knuckle skimmed his pectoral.
‘Half the work is done just looking at you, but you have some magic skills. How do you know exactly where to touch me? And I’m talking with pinpoint precision. ’
‘Hmm. Maybe the past ten years at “sex god school” had some purpose. I’m definitely no sex magician.’ Jamie caressed Alicia’s cheek and blinked lazily at her. ‘God, I’m sleepy now.’
‘It’s okay, it’s been an eventful day and night. I’m exhausted too. Let’s sleep.’
‘Good idea.’ Pressing his wide palm into her back, Jamie pulled Alicia closer. She turned and tucked her body into the curve of his. His arm draped over her, the last words that met her ears as they both drifted off to oblivion were, ‘You’re amazing.’ And the last thought she had was, so are you.