When he was about a dozen yards away he nearly stopped in his tracks. He'd never seen this Jamie before. He'd seen business-woman Jamie, exotic dancer Jamie and even fussy bridesmaid Jamie. He'd even seen bikini-clad, sex goddess Jamie, but this version of her was strange and yet breathtakingly beautiful.
For one thing, she wore absolutely no make-up. Her lips, usually painted a bright shiny purple or blood-red were bare and delectably pink and innocent-looking. It made him feel like a complete pig, but he couldn’t help but wonder if her nipples would be the same delicate shade. The thought made his mouth water, so he shifted his gaze away from her distracting full lips.
Her dazzling auburn hair hung in a mass of waves that reached past her breasts and covered her crossed arms completely. Typically, she wore it up or straightened into a waterfall of copper silk. Not today. The riot of curls should have looked clown-like but instead all he could think of was how much he would like to see those unrestrained ringlets spread out on his hotel sheets, or better yet, tickling the inside of his thighs as she licked and sucked at his hardness with those full pink lips.
The most striking thing about her today, however, was her clothes. Jamie was very simply, a clotheshorse. Every single day she dressed to impress. It was her business, but it was also her passion. She expressed herself through her clothing. Kevin rarely noticed women's attire. In fact, he really preferred the complete absence of clothing over any outfit he could conceive of, but he had noticed that Jamie always looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of a high-end fashion magazine.
Today, she looked smartly casual with her long plaid coat and matching hat. But her flat-heeled, knee-length equestrian boots under the long, full corduroy skirt were a far cry from the stiletto heels she usually wore. He was struck by how small and delicate she looked without her glamorous accoutrements. Overall, she looked like a very young, fresh and innocent girl. Not the passionate and somewhat difficult woman who’d been in his arms the night before. This Jamie seemed oddly vulnerable and approachable for a change and he liked seeing her without her protective shell in place. It made him feel like maybe he had a chance at being more than a convenient test subject for her crazy Love Laws. Or possibly this was all just wishful thinking on his part.
She gave him another cool smile as he approached. Not exactly encouraging, but at least she wasn’t stomping away from him for a change. His pride demanded that he act detached and indifferent, but today his body and emotions were firmly in control of his behavior. So instead of approaching her with even a shred of dignity, he ran the last few steps towards her and picked her up gently in a monster bear hug that took her off her feet and pressed every inch of her torso against his. She felt unbelievably soft and warm against him and he lifted her a few inches higher so he could bury his face in her sweet-smelling neck.
Initially, her body was stiff against him and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, waiting for her to push him away. He wasn’t quite sure he could force himself to let her go now that he knew how perfect she felt against him, but he would release her if that’s what she wanted. No matter how much his body demanded that he keep her firmly pressed against his stiffening cock, he wasn’t a complete brute.
Fortunately for him, he didn`t have to let her go. To his complete shock, she curled her arms around his neck and gave a throaty little laugh that made shivers of awareness flick along his spine like a fingertip trailed along ivory piano keys. God, even her laugh turned him on.
“Are you lost? The bars are at the other end of the Pier,” she said, pulling back to look into his face, she pointed with her chin toward the mainland. Affectionately, she ran one mittened hand through his wind-blown hair and then rested both palms on his shoulders to steady herself and take some of her weight off his arms. But she didn’t strain away from him. She allowed him to hold her.
He felt like he’d just won the lottery.
“I didn’t come out here looking for a drink. I came here looking for you,” he said, lifting her another inch higher against his body until their pelvises were perfectly lined up for maximum erotic contact through their layers of clothing. At that moment he thought he would probably give up at least one testicle to feel her wrap her long legs around his hips but she didn’t take the hint. Instead she just dangled there and waited to see what he would do next. Even that drove him crazy. Any other woman on earth would demand an explanation for his unexpected arrival or start guessing what he meant by his bold statement. Or even comment on his badly bruised nose. But not her. Nope. She never did what he expected and for him that was a whole new world of unprecedented behavior from the female gender.
He’d been an observer his whole life. He knew people, especially women. In most cases he prided himself on being able to read them with just a glance. Whatever mystery they’d presented for him as an adolescent had faded long ago. But Jamie was something new. Her complete lack of self-consciousness was either a very convincing ruse or she actually was untouched by the myriad of doubts that seemed to plague other women. Either way he was fascinated with her. He’d always been a sucker for a mystery and she was an unknown quantity that he ached to figure out. If only she would give him a chance.
One of her eyebrows arched up and she leaned forward far enough to brush the tip of his sore nose with hers. It was an innocent and playful gesture that made his fake smile widen into something warm and genuine. “Well, you found me. Now. What are you going to do with me?” She purred, brushing his cheek with her warm breath.
Within his jeans, his cock instantly became as hard as the icicles hanging from the marina’s rustic wooden roof. He could think of about a million very dirty things he would dearly love to do with her, or rather, to her. Like bending her over the nearest railing, burying himself balls deep in her sweet pussy and making her scream with pleasure to start with, but he was fairly certain she wouldn’t go for that. Not after last night and maybe never. But there was only one way to find out.
He cleared his throat, took a step forward and lifted her until her pert bottom was resting on the nearest railing. He remained close, standing between her slightly spread thighs with her skirt pooled between them. He grasped her curvy hips with both hands to keep her safe from tumbling over the rail and into the surf. “Well, right now I’m thinking a spanking might be in order.”
Both of her eyebrows went up in surprise. “A spanking? You think I deserve a spanking?” She didn’t look even slightly annoyed at his arrogance. In fact, she looked intrigued.
He’d been kidding, but apparently Jamie was much kinkier than he’d imagined. Kevin’s jeans suddenly felt even tighter. Was Jamie into a little discipline? Hitting women, even in a playful way, wasn’t really his thing, but he’d be more than willing to improvise if it would get him closer to Jamie. Hell, if it meant getting her naked, there really wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. He’d dress up as a Roman gladiator or a space alien complete with probing tentacles if that’s what turned her on.
He slid his hands a few inches down to where her round ass rested on the railing and gave each cheek a firm squeeze. “I’m pretty sure I said I’d stop by and see you at work today and what do I find when I get there? Not you, waiting eagerly for my arrival. Instead I find your friend Clay, doing something disturbing to one of your mannequins. When he finally noticed me, he told me that you’d left town, and then offered to fit me for some kind of bizarre, crotch-enhancing, G-string, whatever the hell that is. So, yeah, I absolutely do think a spanking is in order.” He held his breath, waiting for her to explode at his overbearing attitude, but there wasn’t the slightest spark of temper in her eyes.
Jamie reached up and smoothed his furrowed forehead with her mitten-clad fingers. “Poor baby. Did Clay frighten you? He was just being friendly. Flirting is in his nature. Besides, you should really think about that G-string. It’s our most popular item.”
Kevin looked down between them and gave her a sardonic look. “I don’t really think my crotch needs enhancing, do you?�
�� He hitched his hips forward and ground his hardness against the juncture of her thighs.
Jamie gasped as he effortlessly rubbed the seam of her skirt against her sensitized clit, causing intense little sparks of pleasure to ignite between her thighs. Biting her lip against the unexpected onslaught of sensation, she closed her eyes for a moment to savor her body’s uncharacteristic response to such an innocent touch. He had barely touched her and yet she was already on the cusp of full-on arousal. What was it about this guy exactly?
“Jamie?” Kevin said gruffly, leaning down to breathe directly into her ear. “Do I need them or not?” Nuzzling her hair out of the way, he gave one of her naked earlobes a lick and then a firm tug with his teeth.
“Need? What do you need?” She asked huskily as she angled her head to the side to allow him full access to her neck.
“The underginch with the built-in sock? Do you think I need them?” He reached down with one hand and brought one of her legs up around his slim hip. Rolling his pelvis against her he smiled against her neck as she gasped in delight.
God, he loved a responsive woman. He could stand here all day, feeling her grow wilder and wetter against him. He’d barely touched her, hadn’t even kissed her, and yet he could feel the heat emanating from her sultry core, despite the several layers of clothing between them. She was even more passionate than he’d imagined and he’d spent the last 15 hours thinking about nothing else but being here, between her thighs and making her delirious with pleasure. The reality was so much better than anything his perverted mind could devise.
“Well?” He asked, giving her bottom a little slap.
Jamie pulled back enough to look directly into his smug, smiling face. She was now leaning back over the railing with a twenty foot drop between her and the rocks below, but she didn’t seem alarmed. A gust of wind whipped her hair around her face, giving her a wild, untamed appearance. Her eyes were glazed with desire and her cheeks were pink with cold. He could see the faint bite marks she’d made in her full bottom lip and he longed to soothe that small indent with his tongue. To Kevin, she had never looked more gorgeous. Or fuckable.
She brought her other thigh up around his hip and locked her ankles in the small of his strong back bringing his very impressive equipment flush against her mound. Undulating against his crotch she looked up at him coyly through her lashes. “I’m pretty sure you aren’t a candidate for the Full Monty G-string, but I won’t know for sure unless I give you a much more thorough examination. What do you think? Shall we go to my place and I can check out your package for flaws?”
Chapter Ten
Typically it took about fifteen minutes to reach Jamie’s house, but to Kevin the walk down the Pier happened in the blink of an eye. Somewhere at the back of his mind there was a whisper of mistrust at how easily this was playing out. After all, last night Jamie had looked at him with complete disdain. Yet today she wanted him enough to tempt him within an inch of his sanity in a public place. Something wasn’t right, but he wasn’t going to question it. He was too happy and horny to think about her motivations.
The truth was that he was barely aware of his surroundings. The biting cold, Jamie’s surprised laughter, not even the incredulous looks from the herd of senior citizens they passed through on their way down the Pier didn’t distract him from his purpose. He intended to transport Jamie someplace private where he could get her naked and ravish her with complete abandon ASAP. So, he just grabbed her off the railing and carried her down the entire length of the Pier.
With Jamie’s shapely bum resting on his forearms and her thighs wrapped firmly around his hips it was all he could do not to drop her down on the wooden planks and take her right there. Never in his life had a woman made him feel like this. He was acting like an uncivilized savage, but it didn’t seem to matter. The only thing that mattered was sinking into her body and staking his claim.
When they were near the base of the Pier, Jamie finally got tired of being ignored, and reached up to bring his head towards her. She nibbled at the tendons on the side of his neck for a moment and then licked his stubble-roughened skin in a long sweep of her tongue from the collar of his leather jacket up to his earlobe. There she bit down, hard.
The mixture of pain and pleasure brought him out of his trance long enough to focus on her and the puzzled, yet concerned, look on her pretty face. He stopped walking and pressed her back against a nearby lamppost. He touched his forehead to hers for a moment and closed his eyes, trying desperately to force his physical reaction to her provocative words from overtaking his judgment, but it wasn’t easy. Everything in him demanded that she would change her mind if he didn’t act quickly. He was desperate to take this opportunity and show her how good they could be together. He knew she wasn’t exactly declaring her undying love, but it was a start, and he could work with that.
“Kev?” She asked, cupping his cheekbone with one hand. “Are you okay? What’s with the silent treatment? I appreciate the romantic gesture, but maybe you should put me down before you give yourself a hernia.” She wiggled in his arms to be let go but he held her tighter.
He sighed and squeezed her bottom again. “I just need a minute.”
Jamie gently removed his sunglasses and tucked them into one of her jacket pockets so she could see his expressive eyes. The whites were bloodshot again and he looked like he hadn’t slept at all, but the expression in then made her think seriously about putting the glasses back on. There was so much raw emotion there, so much desire in those topaz depths. He wanted her with a fierce, raw hunger that was thrilling but also a little frightening. No one had ever looked at her that way: like he would die if he didn’t have her immediately. She felt overwhelmed by his passion, but still she couldn’t resist inflaming him just a wee bit more.
Jamie flexed against him and purposely licked her lips. She watched, mesmerized, as his pupils dilated and followed the progress of her tongue with interest. He looked positively feral, like he would combust at any moment, but he didn’t move a single impressive muscle. Just stood there like a warm, extremely anatomically correct statue.
“Are you sure you still want to go through with this?” She asked innocently. “I mean, I know how you guys just hate the no-strings thing, so I completely understand if you’ve changed your mind.” She unlocked her ankles from the small of his back, but he just held her tighter.
“No-strings? Is that what this is?” He asked hollowly.
She nodded her head vigorously. “Absolutely. We are stringless. Exactly the way you like it.” Jamie was expecting a look of relief to pass over his tanned face but instead his lips thinned and that flaming hot look in his eyes cooled several degrees before he turned his gaze away from her and back towards the ocean.
Shocked at the look of genuine pain that had flickered across his face, Jamie’s heart gave a lurch. She really hadn’t been trying to hurt him. She’d thought she was giving him what he wanted. What they both wanted and yet somehow she had managed to make him feel like a piece of meat. And not in a sexy way either. Wasn’t he all about the casual sex? Or was that just his persona? Was it possible that there was more going on here than a stud-muffin on the make? Or was he low enough to play on a woman’s nurturing nature to get what he wanted? Was this all a ruse?
Against her better judgment, Jamie took his cheeks between her palms and turned his eyes back towards her. “That’s what you want, right? Just some sweaty fun between two consenting, horny adults?” She held her breath, waiting for his response. Whatever he said now would determine the future course of their relationship, and she wasn’t absolutely certain what she wanted to hear. All she really knew was that she wanted that hurt look on his gorgeous face to disappear. She wanted playful, arrogant Kevin back. Him she could deal with. Sensitive, romantic Kevin was a different animal entirely.
For the first time in his life, Kevin knew what it was like to be the girl. He didn’t like it. Not one damn bit. So far he’d managed to negotiate his way through r
omantic entanglements without becoming emotionally invested and it had worked for him. He didn’t make false promises to women to get them into bed, and he always ensured they knew the score before engaging in some serious bed-play. And yet, very often, the women he slept with misinterpreted his affection and attentiveness for something deeper.
It hadn’t escaped his notice that he was doing that exact thing with Jamie. And it completely sucked. For once, he was the one overanalyzing and looking for some kind of sign that he mattered to her.
He’d thought there was something real brewing between them, but instead she just wanted to scratch an itch. He was Mr. Right Now to her and every woman, it would seem. Keri was right. A very small part of him actually felt wounded by the idea that she couldn’t see that there was more to him than his grossly exaggerated studly reputation.
A much bigger and painfully aroused part of him, however, would take whatever small part of Jamie he could get. He wanted her heart, but her body would have to do. At least for now. Until he could figure out a way to convince her to move beyond her blatantly female chauvinistic tendencies and believe that he didn’t fit into the irredeemable playboy pigeonhole she had chosen for him.
For the first time in his life his feelings were engaged. He was in deep and it didn’t matter because she was convinced he was completely at the mercy of his dick. That had been true until recently. But even jerks fell in love sometimes, and that’s when the Love Laws no longer applied. What would it take to make her see that exactly?
Closing his eyes to mask his expression he found her lips with his and kissed her sweetly, just as the sky opened up and cold rain came pouring down, drenching them instantly. He pressed against her, ignoring the water seeping under his collar in favor of savoring her warm, soft mouth and silky tongue flicking between his lips. “How do you feel about hot, sweaty public fun between two consenting, horny adults?” He whispered as he rubbed the prominent ridge of his erection against the juncture of her thighs.
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