Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Sophie
“You smell delicious.” Jamie dipped his face to my neck, dragging his nose across my skin. “Sweet. Like vanilla and beaches and summer.”
“It’s my favorite scent. Sol de Janeiro.”
My entire body broke out in goosebumps as he nibbled down the column of my neck then licked and sucked his way back up.
“I’m definitely a fan,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “Or maybe I’m just a fan of yours.”
That said, he hauled me in for a kiss that was neither soft nor sweet. And even though we’re standing right next to the bed, he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move things forward. His mouth teased, tasted, and lingered on mine and I enjoyed every second of exploration and connection.
My pulse pounded in my ears and every fiber of my being craved his touch. Jamie shifted his hands down and squeezed my ass before tracing my curves up to my waist. His fingers curled into my shirt and he released my mouth to drag it over my head.
We stood there staring at each other, panting, as we caught our breath. After years of married sex followed by a handful of unsatisfactory encounters, I’m usually racing to get to the finish line at this point. But now I’m standing here buzzing with anticipation of what will happen next.
Jamie reached around and unhooked my bra, but instead of taking it off, he stepped closer
and held it in place with his body. His hands moved slowly up and down my back as he leaned forward and licked his way across my collarbone down to the crease of my cleavage. Placing his hands on my waist, he stepped forward, pushing me back until my legs rested against the bed. He held onto my bra straps and dragged it off as I sat.
Instead of following me down, he just stood there looking at me. Before pole, I probably would have tried to pose so my boobs look perkier or made a self-deprecating remark about my stretch marks and rolls. But pole dancing has made me more confident and secure in my body. So instead of trying to hide, I rested back on my elbows and watched his hot gaze caress me.
The corner of his mouth curled into a sexy smirk.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said as he pulled off his sweater and tossed it onto the floor.
Before I could reach out and touch his six-pack abs, Jamie slid his hands against mine and intertwined our fingers. Leaning down, he slowly taunted me, licking and sucking my nipples in turn, his warm mouth moving back and forth until they tightened into hard little buds.
Releasing my hands, he dragged his mouth down my abdomen as he backed off the bed. After nipping at my navel, he unbuttoned my pants, hooked his fingers into the waistband, and removed them and my underwear with a single pull.
Resting his knee on the bed, he leaned over me again.
“You’re amazing.” He kissed his way up my leg and stopped just before he got to the juncture of my thighs. “Do you have any idea how hard it was watching you at the studio?” I shook my head. “You were by far the sexiest woman there. I could barely keep my eyes off you.”
I closed my eyes and moaned. If you’d told me when I met Jamie on Sunday that just a few days later, I’d be in bed with him ready to come just from his words, I would have called you a liar.
“Sophie, look at me,” he said. I shifted my gaze to meet his. Resting his chin on my mound, he looked up the expanse of my body. “Watch.”
His dark eyes didn’t leave mine as he leaned forward and licked me from back to front, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue before doing it again. And again. And again. I arched and pushed myself closer against his mouth, but didn’t close my eyes or look away.
“Jamie.”
His name came out as a hoarse plea.
What he was doing felt amazing, but kept me hovering on the edge. It wasn’t enough to push me over. As if he read my mind, he thrust one, then another finger inside as he opened his mouth and sucked. It didn’t take long before the flutters began. I cried out and arched my back as they coursed throughout my body.
Jamie stayed with me until I caught my breath, then shifted up and pressed his lips to mine. He stepped back just long enough to strip off his jeans and boxer briefs. I only got a short glimpse of a very impressive package before he moved on top of me again.
His hard cock rested against my inner thigh and I moved slightly to the left and pressed my hips up until just the tip slipped between my folds. He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. After several heartbeats, he opened them again and flashed one of his dimple-popping smiles. If I was wearing panties, they would have definitely dropped.
“Oh no, we’re not ready for that yet.”
“I’m pretty sure I am.” I rubbed against him. “And it feels like you are too.”
“There’s no doubt that I’m ready, but I seem to remember telling you I was going to make you come so hard, you’d be lucky to remember your name. And I don’t think that’s happened yet.”
I chuckled at his raised right brow.
“Sophie Elizabeth Baxter.”
“Wow, even the middle name.” He shook his head. “Challenge accepted.”
Taking my hands in his, he raised them above my head and wrapped my fingers around the spindles of the headboard.
“Keep those there.”
“Why?”
“Just hold on and enjoy.”
He nipped at my earlobe then traced a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. By slow degrees, he taunted me, palming and plucking first one nipple, then the other, his warm mouth tasting and sucking. Every touch, every stroke of his tongue zinged right to my core.
Jamie released my nipple with a pop and offered a sexy smirk before kissing his way down my stomach. He held my gaze as he pressed my thighs open wide with his shoulders.
My fingers tightened against the headboard as I anticipated his next move. And the man didn’t disappoint. When he plunged two fingers into my swollen folds, my ragged moan echoed off the walls. I moved my hips in time with the steady rhythm he set.
Closing my eyes, I focused on his every move, losing myself in the sensation. But every time I ventured anywhere near the edge, he slowed down and pulled me back. He seemed hellbent on keeping me right on the brink without letting me tip over.
“Jamie, please.”
He chuckled and gave my inner thigh a nip before doing the same thing to my clit. As his teeth scraped against that tiny bundle of nerves, an electrical jolt radiated from that spot to every erogenous zone in my body.
“Oh. My. God.”
My words were still hanging in the air when he curled his fingers and brushed against my G-spot with every pump.
“You feel so good,” he said.
The sexy timbre of his voice added to the sensual overload, taking me higher and higher until my entire body hung on the verge of something I swear I’ve never experienced before.
“ Please .”
Jamie increased the pace, placed his mouth over my clit, and sucked. I let out a long, low moan as my pussy clamped down on his fingers and continued to spasm as he feasted on me. I gulped in deep breaths as my body continued to tremble and quiver. My shaking thighs clamped against the sides of his head and he pulled back, giving me time to come down. Aftershocks rocked through me as he slowly removed his fingers.
I let go of the headboard and sagged against the pillows watching as Jamie backed away and shifted off the bed. He mumbled under his breath and rummaged through his jeans before letting out an exuberant “Yes!” and tossing them to the floor.
My muddled mind hadn’t figured out what he was doing until he ripped open the packet and I spotted the condom. I watched as he rolled it down his cock, which looked like it was ready to burst.
“Now I think we’re both ready,” he said as he settled between my thighs.
Shifting slightly, he reached down and lined himself up before pushing forward and sinking into me in one, long thrust. He groaned and stayed still for a minute, his breath rough against my ear.
“This is going to be fast.” Sliding his hands down to cup my ass, he pulled back and
looked me in the eye. “So hold on.”
I’m still swollen from two orgasms, so he’s a tight fit. Every time he pulled out and plunged back in, my inner walls squeezed as if trying to hold him in place. He picked up the pace and I braced my feet flat against the bed, seeking leverage against his thrusts. That shifted my position just enough so he pressed against my clit with each forward thrust.
Jamie’s fingers tightened on my ass and tilted my hips up even more, making him sink deeper, hitting that spot over and over again. Letting out a long, low groan, my inner muscles spasmed with such intensity, I could barely breathe. As wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body, it felt like an out-of-body experience. Like I was watching it happen and feeling it at the same time.
I heard a growl before Jamie collapsed against my chest, his cheek resting on my shoulder. My body felt replete, satisfied, and exhausted. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Jamie
I let myself into the apartment, surprised to find it still quiet. Sophie conked out immediately after sex last night and she’s been sleeping since. I’d been awake watching her most of the night, and she barely moved. I would have been concerned, but her breathing was slow and even, so I figured she was just exhausted.
After rummaging through the cupboards, I found everything I needed to serve breakfast. Other than steak, which she had for dinner last night, I have no idea what Sophie likes to eat, so I’d picked up a sampling of items. Looking at the bags scattered across the counter, I wondered if I might have gotten too much. Before I could contemplate that too much, I heard Sophie moving around in the bedroom. I’d just placed bagels on a plate and set them on the table when she entered the kitchen.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Morning," she replied, her voice still gravelly from sleep. "What's all this?”
“Breakfast.” Her eyes shifted toward the counter then back to me. “I wasn’t sure what you like, so I got a bunch of things.”
She nodded and looked around the kitchen, nibbling her bottom lip. Apparently she’s not any better at this morning-after thing than I am. I’ll admit that a part of me thought about leaving just before dawn, but I’m not that guy. We had an amazing time. Creeping out without saying goodbye would be a pretty shitty move and Sophie deserves better than that.
“The bagels look good,” she said.
I reached over and pulled out a chair.
“Have a seat. I’ll bring the rest of the food over.”
She watched as I set containers on the table until it was nearly full. The last thing I set down were the drinks.
“So what do we have here?”
“Eggs, bacon, ham, home fries.” We opened the containers, revealing their contents. “There’s lox and cream cheese to go with the bagels.” I looked at her. “And just in case you’re a sweet breakfast person, I got some Danish.”
“Wow. This is a lot of food.”
“I’m sure between the two of us, we’ll put a good dent in it.”
“I don’t normally eat a big breakfast, but I am hungry this morning.”
“Help yourself.” I waited until she put some food on her plate before filling mine.
“I usually have a big breakfast.” I chuckled. “Then again, I usually have a big lunch and dinner too.”
Her gaze skimmed over my chest.
“Then you must work out a lot.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was meant to be one.”
I dug into my eggs and watched Sophie as she smeared cream cheese onto half of a bagel then topped it with lox. She went to take a bite then paused when she noticed me looking at her.
“What?”
I shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth as a way to buy time before answering. Last night the conversation flowed so easily, but now I’m not sure what to say. There are a jumble of things floating through my head, but figuring out what to share is the tricky part. I’m not usually much of a talker, but I actually want to say things to Sophie. I’m just not sure what.
As I swallowed, I thought about advice given to me by Eileen toward the end of my last relationship. She said I just need to say what I’m feeling without overthinking it, starting with the most important. Easier said than done sometimes, but I’ll give it a try.
“I had a really good time last night.”
Sophie had just taken a big bite of bagel and her eyes widened as she chewed. After taking a drink, she set the cup down and nodded.
“So did I.”
“I don’t usually connect with people so quickly, but…”
I trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence. Thankfully she completed the thought
for me.
“There was definitely an instant connection and spending time together just felt natural.”
“Right. Exactly.”
“And–”
I waited, but she didn’t say anything beyond that one word.
“And what?”
“Nothing.”
Her cheeks pinked when I raised my brow, urging her to continue. She shook her head
and mumbled something under her breath.
“Now you’re making me nervous,” I said, only half joking.
“I was going to make a comment about how all the chemistry between us did translate to the bedroom.”
That is not what I was expecting.
“Oh.”
“I wanted to say it in a sassy or sexy way, but didn’t think I could pull off either.”
“Don’t you write steamy books for a living?”
“That I do,” she said. “But anything sassy or sexy is said by my characters, not me.”
“But aren’t you the one making the characters say those things?”
“Sort of.” I chuckled. “The answer to that is very complicated and something only other authors usually understand.”
“Well, I think the fact that you said the words at all is pretty great.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said. “And I definitely agree about the chemistry.”
“I’ve never…” She looked down toward the table. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like that.”
“In a good way?”
The corners of her mouth curled up into an adorable smile as she shifted her eyes toward me again.
“It’s a very good thing. I’m pretty sure I blacked out at the end.”
“You did sleep pretty hard. I was ready to check your pulse at one point.”
“Sorry about that.”
“No need to apologize.”
I debated asking her more about last night, but didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She already said she enjoyed herself. My ego isn’t so fragile that I need more assurance than that. So I decided to change the subject.
“So when do you head home?”
“Sunday morning.”
“Oh wow. Taking a vacation here in Brooklyn?”
“I decided to stay a few extra days to work on a book.”
“Do you do that often?” I asked, then added to clarify, “Go away to write.”
“Not too often,” she said. “I do retreats with my author friends a couple times a year, but this is only the third one I’ve done solo. Either way, I’m usually really productive away from home.”
“I’m sorry if I distracted you from writing.”
“You were a nice distraction.”
Sophie nibbled at her bottom lip, which I’m learning is something she does when she’s nervous. It took her a few heartbeats to pick her next words, and when she finally spoke the ones she chose, I nearly fell out of my chair.
“If you’re available the next couple days, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed and distracted me some more.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she said. “If you want to. No pressure.”
“Of course I want to.”
I looked down at my jeans and sweater. If we’re going to do anything beyond the bedroom, I should run home to change, and definitely brush my teeth properly. This morning, I’d just stolen a dab of her toothpaste and used my finger to clean them.
“If you have somewhere else to be–”
“No.” That single word came out a little too harsh so I toned it back. “I don’t have anywhere else to be. I was just thinking that maybe I should go to my place and change.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“No?”
She shook her head and glanced at me through her eyelashes.
“For what I have in mind, you won’t need any clothes at all.”