by Roxy Wilson
“What? You’d prefer if she became an actress?”
“Why not? Or a director? Or even a producer.”
Jamie shook her head. “Listen to the two of us. She’s barely two and we’re trying to decide what she’s going to do for the rest of her life. Next, we’ll be making a list of qualities that we’d like in her boyfriend.”
He paled. “Boyfriend? I’m not going to think about that. Just that mere thought is going to give me nightmares.”
Jamie laughed as she wiped the table. “I can see clearly which one of us is going to be the ‘bad’ parent. It’s certainly not going to be me.”
Brett sighed. “I suppose I can live with that tag. I don’t want her wind up with the wrong guy.”
Jamie couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “You’re a chauvinistic dad.”
“No. I’m just protective.” He held her around her waist and spun her so that she faced him. “I prefer to have my women at home where I can keep my eye on them.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Really? And what do you propose to do with your women?”
“Well, now that the younger one is safely in bed, I can think of a few things I’d like to do with you.” He swept her off her feet.
“Like what?” Her hands moved over his broad back and she pressed her body against his.
“Like this.” He bent his head to kiss her.
His lips moved over hers, igniting within her a fire of pure lust. He flicked his tongue over lips, and then, with a gentle push, he delved into her moist depths, Jamie savored the taste of mint and that certain something that was uniquely Brett’s. But all too soon he released her lips. “Tell me you want me.”
“You know I do.” Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck as he marched towards her bedroom.
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Brett couldn’t believe his luck. He’d been thinking of ways he could guide Jamie into this particular direction. The last few months may have been the happiest in his life, but they were also the longest. He was near to bursting with sexual frustration. Every time he kissed her or touched her, it felt like torture. And now, suddenly, he had her all to himself. In her bedroom.
He set her down on her feet, and before she could blink twice, he gripped her sunflower yellow cotton blouse, and ripped it open. The plop, plop, of the tiny buttons falling every which way on the wooden floor, drove his desire for her up a notch. “
He gripped the waist band of her cargo pants. “Not a minute more, am I willing to wait…” As he pulled her pants down, he lowered himself slowly down his knees and rained kisses over every exposed flesh of her shapely thighs. When the pants were a puddle at her feet, he palmed her voluptuous hips. “…to have you.”
“You sound like a sex-starved boy,” she said as she stepped out of her pants. Her face shone with amusement. And desire.
“I’ve regressed.” He made a reverse trek up her thighs by making a trail of kisses, licks and nibbles, enjoying the way her body undulated and shivered in response to his touch, his ears delighting in the cacophony of moans, gasps, squeals. He continued northward, until he was standing again, just in time to capture her lips in his as she keened in pleasure. At the same time he toed off his shoes and socks, while Jamie’s frantic fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Four hurried hands pulled his shirt off his shoulders, and then he reached for her again. In their frenzy, they tumbled onto bed. Suddenly the mirth disappeared as he found himself running his hands all over her body. Jamie’s skin was soft and smooth, and the scent that enveloped her was a heady concoction of lavender and honey. Brett unclasped her bra and threw it aside.
He kissed her throat, enjoying the steady rhythm of her pulse, and then his lips captured hers. The kiss was hot and passionate. His tongue darted inside to taste her. He was a tidal wave of need, a need was so strong that he could barely wait to have her any longer. He tugged her bottom lip in her teeth and heard her gasp.
Brett trailed a line of kisses down to the swell of her breast. When she arched underneath him, he bent to press his tongue against her nipple. He caressed and stroked the soft bud while his other hand slid up to her other breast and squeezed the soft mound and was rewarded with a low moan. He sucked greedily. Jamie’s fingers glided over his back and tugged at his hair as she gasped. Brett used his other hand to cup her other breast. He simply couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have her. Now.
As he shifted to shuck off his pants, Brett’s foot brushed against the white lamp that was standing on the side table. “Damn!” He lunged to catch the lamp before it fell, but to he was seconds too late. It fell to the floor with a resounding thud. The noise reverberated in the small room.
Jamie sat. “Ugh!” She grimaced.
Brett put his hand on his lips. Had they woken up Melissa? He sure hoped not. Not right when he’d managed to get Jamie exactly where he wanted her. Nothing stirred in the apartment. After listening intently for a few moments, he breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned over to kiss Jamie again. Just when things started to heat up again, the door handle rattled.
Jamie jumped apart as if Brett burned her. “Just a minute, darling.”
Brett scrambled about to find his clothes while she snatched her bra from off the bed all the while muttering words that he couldn’t quite hear. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it on. Brett chuckled and waited. A whoosh of air escaped her lips. Jamie only just realized that when Brett had torn it apart from her body, all the buttons had fallen out. She smacked her hand against her forehead and began rummaging through her drawer
“Mama. Mama. Mama.”
“Mama’s coming.” She swung around to face Brett, her yes scoping him out, probably to see if he was decently dressed and then opened the door.
The little girl was yawning. Mellie rubbed her hand sleepily on her eyes as she stared up. “Scary,” she said.
Jamie picked her up. “No, darling. There’s nothing to be scared about. Daddy accidently threw the lamp on the floor. Come on, I’ll take you to your room.”
Brett hesitated. It didn’t seem as if Melissa had realized he was in the room with Jamie. But he couldn’t help but wonder if his presence at that hour could upset her. After a moment’s hesitation, Brett followed behind, but stood at the entrance of the door, rather than enter the bedroom. Jamie had already tucked Melissa into her bed and was running a hand through her hair. “Shhh! Mummy’s here.”
“Stay!” Melissa gripped her hand with her tiny fingers. “Daddy, stay!”
Brett exchanged a glance with Jamie. Not only did Melissa know that he was there, but also he and Jamie were well and truly trapped. What an end to an amazing foreplay! He sighed, willed his libido to get under control, and then sat by the side of his child’s bed. The little girl’s eyes were wide open. He didn’t think she was going to fall asleep soon.
“Story!” she demanded.
Jamie pursed her lips in a thin line. “It’s not the time for a story, darling.”
“Story!” The child’s voice rose up by a few octaves.
Brett grinned. Melissa was his daughter, alright. When she set her mind on something, no one could change it. “I’ll tell you a story.” He cleared his throat. “It’s about a little princess whose mummy and daddy wanted to play with each other but the princess didn’t let them.”
“Shh!” Jamie hit him on his thigh as she suppressed a grin. “That’s not a nice story.”
“Story!” said Melissa in an even louder voice.
“Alright. I am going to tell you a story about a princess who found a frog in her pool one day.” Brett leaned against the headboard. It looked like he was going to be there for a while so they might as well settle in. And then began the long tale of the princess who found the frog and promised him something in exchange for a kiss. By the time, the frog transformed into a prince, Jamie was already sleeping at the other end of the bed. Melissa was half-asleep.
Brett finished the story. He deposited a kiss on the little girl’s cheek and smoothed the hair off her forehead. “Goo
dbye, darling.”
“Stay.” The girl caught his hand in hers and leaned into him.
The bed wasn’t big enough to hold all of them. So Brett shook his head. “Daddy’s going to sleep on the couch outside. You sleep here with mummy.”
It was too late to go back home, anyway. He might as well stay the night. Although it wasn’t the kind of sleeping over that he'd been anticipating, Brett was happy to be here.
Things were looking up, and he was sure he would get his hands on Jamie soon enough.
Chapter Ten
Brett leaned close to whisper in Jamie’s ear. “I can’t believe you took me up on my offer.” Sliding his hand into hers, he intertwined their fingers. Using his thumb, he traced circles in the center of her palm. Her nerve endings sparked at the sensation and tingles, like tiny bolts of lightning, and crisscrossed her body to settle in her lower abdomen. Her knees threatened to collapse.
“Me, either.” She needed air. She needed distance. Jamie couldn’t believe she’d come for weekend with Brett at Chatham, Cape Cod. The drive had been pleasant. She’d agreed, albeit hesitantly, to leave Mellie with her sister, Selene, who’d come over for a week to stay in New York. Since Selene’s daughter, Shiloh, was only about two years older, she was sure the two girls would get along well. And she trusted Selene with her child.
Jamie had been hesitant to leave for Cape Cod because her sister had come to spend time with her, but Selene was adamant that Jamie took a weekend off with Brett. It was time they spent some time away on their own without Mellie.
So here she was, walking along the beach with Brett, close to midnight.
Stumbling a bit in the sand, she took a step away from his heat. He followed. Jamie glanced up and saw his big, slightly goofy smile light his face. It was quite a transformation from his usual darkly sensual, almost sinful, features. Her heart stopped beating.
“I’m glad you did, though.”
“Me, too.”
They walked on in silence, like lovers. Hand in hand. She imagined an onlooker, a fisherman standing at the end of a pier, finished with his day’s labor, packing up and looking down the beach. He’d see them, nothing more than silhouettes against the moonlight and sparkling water. Like a postcard touting, “Wish you were here!”
Why had she come? It wasn’t because her big sister had urged her to, that much she knew. Wasn’t for the sake of the promise she’d made to Brandi, either. Jamie shouldn’t be here and definitely shouldn’t be here with Brett. He was becoming an addiction she needed to drop. Cold turkey. Taking a shuddering breath, she lowered her eyes to the sand. For years she’d harbored resentment for this man. Brandi was her best friend. And Brett had dumped her. Pregnant. Back then, as far as she was concerned, he wasn’t a good man.
She’d almost succumbed to his irresistible pull last week. Thank God, Mellie had interrupted them because she was on the verge of making the biggest mistake of her life if she’d given in to him that night. But then again, although she knew that she had to tend to Mellie, she was acutely disappointed that they were not given the opportunity to consummate the attraction they had for each other.
Her mind was befuddled. She wanted Brett; she didn’t want him. She loved him; she didn’t love him. Ugh… Doggone it, maybe she loved him. But how could she have made a one-eighty in a matter of only six months, from being disgusted by the shoddy treatment dished out to Brandi, and by extension to his own daughter Mellie, to lusting after and probably even loving him?
The problem was that the Brett she thought she knew wasn’t the same Brett walking beside her now, making it hard for her to say no. She knew that her decision to accompany Brett was a sure sign to Brett that she wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Her body agreed as another wave of tingles coursed up her arm and across her nipples. She arched as the traitorous buds stood at attention and throbbed in anticipation of Brett’s touch.
“Jamie…” Brett’s voice had dropped lower. It sounded hearty, gruff. Her lips took notice and joined her nipples in demand for much more. He stopped and pulled her close, tucking her under his arm. She lifted her eyes to his, seeing only blackness, a starless sky in their depths. Time seemed to stand still. The crashing waves, splashing water, and rustling reeds came to a halt. The world quieted. She could feel her heart beating and her blood rushing. Deafening.
His lips fell, not to crush against her own, but to caress it. Running his lips over her full bottom one, he opened just enough to lick a wet trail back and forth. The resulting moan, which escaped her throat unconsciously, seemed to drive him to quicken the pace. Back and forth. Faster and faster. Her skin prickled like the sensation when a part of the body reawakened and blood returned. Both painful and electrifying. When he stopped, she whimpered. His hands rose, to cup her cheeks and raise her head. His lips rested her on hers and then, without warning, he sucked in her bottom lip. At that, Jamie’s knees gave up and she began to fold into herself.
Brett let her fall, supporting her descent, and molding her body to lie in the still sun-warmed sand. Moving to lie beside her, braced on his elbows, he kept her bottom lip trapped. He sucked. She bucked. Her hips rose and fell to his suckling. He moved his lips apart to take both hers. The pressure of his kiss stilled her hips, but caused her knees to fall open. She was a wanton. No longer caring about anything other than this man, right now, right here, kissing her. She opened her mouth, craving his taste. He complied. The first stroke of her tongue found him spicy and sweet, like mango salsa. Hints of tanginess hung there between them, as his tongue moved to taste her. She wondered how she tasted. She imagined she tasted like the hazelnut coffee she’d had earlier with a hint of cinnamon. Withdrawing his tongue, she chased it with her own, trying to lick her flavor from him. Back and forth, they sought each other’s mouths. Tongues tangled.
He was the first to pull away, seeking air.
“Wow.”
“I had no idea…I mean, the other kisses…”
“…weren’t like that.” Brett stated the fact with an intensity that made her body rejoice. They stared at each other, watching the passion they tried to deny, more on her side than his, flare and expand. Soon, it surrounded them. With each breath, she felt the pull of desire fill her everywhere. She needed him. He obviously needed her. Keeping their gazes locked, he began to unbutton his shirt, tempting her with glimpses of his golden skin. Lower and lower he trailed. Finishing with the shirt, he dropped his nimble fingers to the waistband of his slacks and unbuttoned the front closure.
She was the first to look away. Without a second thought, she reached out to stop him. Closing her hand over his, she flipped their positions. Her fingers took the place of his to undo the final button. Her gasp gave away her excitement as she slipped her hand into the open slacks and down the front of his briefs. He was already thick, stiff. Not to mention hot, oh so very, very hot! Brett sat back and stretched out his legs allowing Jamie more freedom to explore. Shifting in the sand, she moved to kneel straddling his long, toned legs. He raised his hips to accommodate her frenzied removal of his slacks.
“We have all night,” he said. His voice was nearly unrecognizable and though he tried for light hearted, the words came out much too strained. A glance at his face echoed the reaction. His lips split in a grin with his forehead creased and sweat breaking out at his temples.
“Doesn’t mean a thing.” Jamie only cared for the moment. She couldn’t afford to think about later tonight or tomorrow. If she did, she’d stop. And she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him, to stroke his flesh and hold him deep inside. With his slacks bunched at his ankles, she climbed back up to do the same with his briefs. The stretchy fabric tightened across his manhood. She could almost hear the seams weeping with the effort to contain it. Jamie licked her lips at the sight, tasting the last lingering essence of Brett from their kiss. Would he taste the same everywhere? She had to know.
Gripping the sides of his briefs, she pulled them down just far enough to release h
is beast. The aroma of sex, masculine sweat, and the salt in the air swamped her senses and for a second she feared she would pass out. It was becoming harder to breathe. She placed her hands on his stiff rod and started stroking. At first, her fingers danced along the silken skin, but it wasn’t enough and soon she wrapped her palm around him. Feeling him grow fuller in her grasp gave her power. She drew her hand up and down his staff. As hard as steel, she marveled at how soft the flesh really was.
When she noticed the drop, milky white, form at the tip of his manhood, peeking up hesitantly at her, she reacted. Balancing on her knees, she rose to look down at him. Holding him still, her hand on the base, she fell on him, open-mouth kissing the bulbous head of his rod. Her tongue swirled at the slit, lapping up the drop of precum, and delving in for more. In the background, she barely registered Brett’s groan. Falling back into the sand, he tried to hold back. He watched from lowered lids as she began to suck on his staff as he had done to her bottom lip. Raising her closed eyes, they trembled open to catch him watching.
She held him, enraptured, as she lowered her mouth over his manhood, taking as much as she could inside her. A feeling of emptiness, a heavy weight, expanded between her thighs. Her folds relaxed, seeking him. She fought to ignore the sensation.
Live in the moment. Don’t forget a second.
The warm, moist heat of her lips slid up and down his length. She coated him in her saliva, her taste mingling with his. Pulling free, she used her tongue in long, slow strokes to savor every powerful inch of his staff. His body trembled. He grumbled in appreciation. She took turns sucking him deep and licking him clean. Over and over.
His release was imminent. She could feel its approach in the tightening of his flesh and the heating of his skin. He radiated a desire unaccustomed to her experience. Yet, still, she knew. She knew it was she he wanted, she he needed. Determined to have him come in her mouth, she didn’t factor in his wishes.
