Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Sophie
Holy shit! Did I really just say that out loud?
Based on the vaguely amused, slightly shocked look on Jamie’s face, I did.
My chair bumped against the cupboard as I jumped up. I put my hands over my face, then rested them against my cheeks.
Looking at him with wide eyes, I said, “Forget I said that.”
He stood and took two steps until he stood directly in front of me.
“I’d rather not.”
I shook my head.
“I’m sorry. I think my heroines are possessing me. I don’t normally say things like that.”
Not to men I don’t really know anyway, no matter what we did together the previous night.
Jamie wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pulled my hands down.
“Don’t be sorry. Or embarrassed.” His thumbs brushed against my knuckles. “Why don’t we finish eating breakfast and figure out what we want to do for the next couple days?”
I stared at him for several heartbeats. That’s not what I’d expected him to say. If anything, I figured he would have just dragged me to the bedroom.
Jamie reached for the chair and pushed it under me as I sat. He settled across from me, grabbed a Danish, took a bite, and casually chewed. I looked down at my bagel and shrugged. If Jamie can ignore that I basically offered him a multi-day sex fest just minutes ago, so can I.
Like I said when I first walked into the kitchen, I’m not much of a breakfast person. Yet as I washed down the last bite of bagel with coffee, I was still hungry. I plucked a piece of bacon from the container and watched Jamie as I bit into it. He’d finished the Danish and was focused on filling his plate with more home fries and a slice of ham. Even with serious bedhead and yesterday’s clothes on, he looks amazing.
I reached for a cheese Danish and studied him from the corner of my eye. The man is a symphony of striking features—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, sculpted lips, and those intense brown eyes. But despite his physical perfection and magnetic allure, I doubt I would have pursued the attraction if there wasn’t some substance to him. And his thoughtful questions and genuine interest in our conversation over dinner convinced me that he’s more than just a pretty face.
Unfortunately, we mostly talked about pole dance and my books last night, so I didn’t learn much about him. This thing between us can’t really go anywhere, so I suppose it doesn’t matter. Still, I’m curious so I asked the first thing that came to mind.
“What do you do for a living?”
He finished chewing, swallowed, then wiped his mouth.
“Technically, I flip houses.”
“ Technically ?”
“I flip houses,” he said with more conviction. “And now that all those DIY shows made it look so easy, so do a lot of people. It’s just easier to keep what I do to myself.”
Something tells me Jamie keeps a lot to himself, but I understand about it being easier not to shout what you do for a living from the rooftops and told him so.
“Imagine the reaction I get when people find out what I do.” I shrugged. “Not that I’m embarrassed by the books I write. I wouldn’t want to do anything else. But I’ve encountered people who are either prudish or really into it, if you know what I mean.”
“Do men give you trouble?”
“Comments have been made by both men and women.” I chuckled. “Why do people ask romance authors if they do all the things they write about? Does anyone ask horror writers if they’ve killed people with a chainsaw?”
“That’s a fair point.”
“I used to laugh the questions off, but now that’s my boilerplate answer.”
“It’s a good one.”
He’d kept the conversation on me last night, so before he could do that now, I swung it back to him.
“What kind of house are you working on now?”
“I’m between projects at the moment.”
“You only do one at a time?”
“Usually. I do most of the renovations myself, so it’s not really practical to work on more than one.”
“How’d you get started?”
“I sort of fell into it.” When he didn’t elaborate, I raised my eyebrows, silently asking for more information. Thankfully he continued. “I inherited a house that I didn’t want to live in, so I fixed it up and sold it. That yielded a decent profit, so I decided to do it again. Twenty-odd years later, I’m still at it.”
Something in his eyes told me he’s skipping some important details, but I’m not going to
push. This thing between us won’t last beyond Sunday, so there’s no reason to learn every aspect of his life.
That thought put a damper on my mood.
If things were different, Jamie seems like the kind of guy I’d want to get to know better. After all, he’s easy on the eyes, we have a natural rapport, and the sex is off the charts. But I don’t have time for a real relationship right now, never mind something long distance.
“Something wrong?”
I blinked, bringing Jamie into focus and realized I’d zoned out staring right at him.
“No. Why?”
“You looked upset.”
Shaking my head, I looked down at the table and back at him, then changed the subject.
“Thank you for breakfast. It was a nice surprise.”
“You're welcome.”
I debated saying the next thing that popped into my head, but then decided there's no reason to hold back.
“Last night was a nice surprise too.”
“It sure was.”
“I had a great time.”
“Me too.”
“Are you sure you still want to hang out the next couple days?”
Jamie leaned closer and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, then stroked his thumb along my jaw. His hypnotic touch and smoldering grin had goosebumps racing across every inch of my body.
“I think we already established that I’m sure.”
“Oh uh, that’s good.”
His fingers skimmed my neck before he pulled his hand away and sat back in his chair.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m the one who asked you,” I said with an awkward chuckle.
“You did, but something upset you a minute ago, so I thought maybe you changed your mind.”
“I wasn’t upset exactly.”
“No?”
I shook my head.
“More like disappointed that I finally met a nice, seemingly normal man and I only have a couple more days to get to know him.”
The dimple in his right cheek appeared when the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a panty-melting smile.
“Seemingly normal?”
“It’s too early to make a definitive judgement.”
“I guess I have two days to convince you. Challenge accepted.” he said. “Is there anything special you’d like to do today?”
“I’m not sure what there is to do so I’m open to suggestions.” I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. “But I’m a mess. Before I go anywhere, I need a shower.”
“I’ll clean up out here while you go get ready, then we can swing by my house so I can
change.”
Even when I was younger, I wasn’t a huge fan of shower sex. It sounded like a fun idea, but someone was always warm and cozy in the spray while the other person froze. But the shower here is huge and has a rainfall shower head with multiple body jets shooting from the walls. There’s even a bench.
“Or you can join me in the shower and you know, help wash my back.”
Jamie
My first instinct was to toss Sophie over my shoulder and fireman carry her to the shower, but I reminded myself that I’m a grown-ass man, not a horny teenager. So instead, I stood and held out my hand. When she grasped it, I speed-walked to the bathroom with her trailing along behind me. The walls amplified the sound of her laughter as we stepped into the room.
“I guess that’s a ‘yes’?”
Instead of answering with words, I let go of her hand and reached into the shower to turn on the water. Turning back to face her, I curled my fingers into the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Before I could get distracted by the perfect breasts I’d revealed, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down. I knelt in front of her and she rested a hand on my shoulder as she lifted one foot then the other so I could strip the pants away.
I took in the sight of her as I thought about what she’d just said at breakfast. It really is a shame that she’ll be leaving in a couple days. I don’t remember the last time I clicked with a woman like this, especially this quickly. And to use her own words, she’s seemingly normal .
“You know, this isn’t a one-sided peep show.”
I pulled my sweater over my head in one swift motion, flinging it away as I got to my feet. Her gaze traced over my exposed chest before trailing to my hands as I unfastened my jeans. She watched as I slid them down and kicked them aside, then blinked. Twice.
“Oh wow.”
“What?”
“That’s pretty impressive.”
I looked down at my semi-hard cock then back at her.
“You were with me last night, right?” I asked with a chuckle.
“You distracted me, so I didn’t get a good look.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. “Which is a shame.”
Her words, the look in her eyes, and her teeth teasing that plump lip sent my cock from half to full mast. Sophie reached out to touch it. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, halting the movement.
“You do not want to do that,” I said.
“Except I do.” A sexy smile played on her lips. “I really, really do.”
Before last night, I hadn’t been with a woman in forever. Keeping Sophie distracted was the only way I was able to last as long as I had. I knew if she’d touched me, it would have been over before it started.
Seems it’s time for more distraction now.
The bathroom was growing foggy, so I opened the shower door and stepped aside for her to enter ahead of me. I’ve never been a huge fan of shower sex, but this one may change my mind. The stall is huge and we’re both cocooned in warmth by the water cascading from above and streaming out of wall jets. And I know I’ll be able to put the bench running along the back wall to good use.
“Turn around,” I said.
She did as I asked and I pulled her closer to me and slightly to the side so she was still getting hit by the jets, but no longer had water streaming on her head. My shoulder brushed her as I reached for the bright yellow bottle on the shelf. As soon as I squirted its contents into my hand, Sophie’s addictive scent mingled with the steam and filled the space. Before placing the bottle back, I took note of the brand, Sol de Janeiro.
She’d said it last night, but I was pretty distracted and didn’t commit it to memory.
“This scent haunted me those two days at the pole studio.” I rubbed my palms together, then proceeded to wash her hair, massaging her scalp and the back of her neck in the process. “It smells like vanilla and beaches and summer.” She moaned and leaned her head back into my hands. “And I swear, regardless of the space between us, your scent reached me.”
I nudged her back under the spray and while she rinsed her hair, I quickly washed mine. Her hands slicked down her brown locks until all the suds were gone. I stepped forward and placed my hands on either side of her face, then kept moving her backward until she pressed against the marble wall. Tilting her head back, I nibbled at her bottom lip, then pulled back and smiled.
“I absolutely love your mouth.” I planned on starting with a soft and gentle kiss, then working my way to long, hard, and deep. But Sophie had other ideas. She curled her fingers into my hair and as our mouths touched, applied a wonderful suction to the kiss that nearly brought me to my knees.
It seems she’s not going to be as easily distracted as she was last night.
Our mouths opened and closed against each other in a steady rhythm before I slipped my tongue inside to taste her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on as our tongues tangled in a hot, sexual duel.
Steam swirled around us as the kiss went on and on, and I had no intention of ending it. I’ve always loved kissing, and Sophie seems to be enjoying it too. Until she loosened her hold on me and pressed her head back against the wall as she pulled her mouth from mine.
“You okay?”
She nodded and her chest rose and fell as she dragged in deep breaths.
“I started to feel woozy and needed some air.”
I looked around at the fogged-up room.
“Maybe we should move this into the bedroom. It is getting kind of steamy in here.”
After making sure Sophie was steady on her feet, I walked to the other side of the shower and turned the knob until the water stopped. Some of the steam wafted out as I opened the stall door and grabbed two towels from the rack. I wrapped one around her shoulders then tied the other around my waist and stepped aside so she could exit the shower first.
I followed her into the bedroom and admired her ass as she removed her towel and used it to dry the ends of her hair. When she stopped next to the bed and turned to face me, the view was equally impressive.
Sophie’s mouth curled into a sexy smile as her gaze skimmed down my chest. She gestured toward my tented towel.
“We better take care of that soon before he has some permanent damage.”
I stepped closer and cupped her face. She shivered when I lightly stroked her cheeks with my thumbs.
“Don’t worry about him.”
She tugged at my towel and it slid down then pooled at my feet.
“Oh, but I am.”
I groaned as she wrapped her fingers around my cock. Her soft palm moved up my shaft then circled and squeezed the throbbing head before sliding back down and repeating the process over and over. I mentally recited hockey stats until my balls tightened and I knew I was reaching the point of no return.
Time to take control.
Stepping forward, I placed my mouth over hers and claimed it. Her hand wedged between our bodies, but she still held onto my cock. With the way it’s throbbing, even that’s too much.
Without ending the kiss, I wrapped my arms around her and held on tight as I lowered us to the bed. I settled the length of my body over hers and continued to devour her mouth. Part of me wanted to continue doing it forever, but another very hard, very insistent part wanted to move things along.
I ended the kiss and knelt back, my gaze taking a lazy tour of her body.
“You are so beautiful. Perfect.” I brushed my fingertips across her abdomen. “Soft.”
Sophie watched as I moved down and kissed her stomach, nipping at her navel before continuing upward to tease first one nipple then the other into stiff peaks. Her back arched, pressing her slick pussy against my thigh. It seems she’s as ready as I am.
I let go of her nipple with an audible pop then backed away to grab my jeans off the floor. I’d purchased more condoms while I was out grabbing breakfast. After ripping one off the strip, I opened the packet and rolled it on.
I knelt between Sophie’s open thighs and plunged inside her in one, long stroke.
“ Jamie .”
Her hoarse cry echoed off the walls and I stilled.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded.
“It just feels so good.”
I slowly pumped in and each time I pulled out, her inner walls grabbed me and gripped, like she was trying to keep me inside. As I increased the rhythm and shortened my thrusts, Sophie lifted her hips to meet every one.
“Sophie.”
Her name came out as more of a warning. She wrapped her right leg around my waist, kicking up the sensation. I couldn’t hold out much longer.
Reaching between our bodies, I circled my finger around her clit before flicking back and forth over the hard little nub. That did it.
Sophie let out a long, low groan as her inner walls squeezed me tight then fluttered, pushing me over the edge.