“I want you,” I admitted. “More than I want anything else.”
She didn’t move, didn’t speak.
“But you and I both know we have to take this slow.”
Jamie nodded, as though accepting it, but I saw a hint of rejection in her eyes seconds before she masked it.
When she put some space between us, I hit the button to sit the chair upright again, a signal for both of us that we had to stop.
“You’re a tease,” she said with a soft sigh.
I jerked her head toward me, slammed my mouth to hers, and swallowed the surprised cry. She kissed me back, her arms wreathing my neck as I pulled her as close as we could get in the confined space. When I pulled back this time, we were both panting. Using my fist in her hair, I tilted her head back, snagged her dazed gaze.
“If this was only about sex, I’d be deep inside you right now.”
She whimpered.
“I want a hell of a lot more from you than an orgasm,” I told her firmly, ensuring she heard the dominance in my tone. “If that’s not what you want, you better tell me now, Jamie.”
She swallowed hard. “I want more than that.”
There was a sincerity in her tone that matched the gleam in her eyes. “Good.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her to me, my face buried in her neck. I needed a second to compose myself. When I wasn’t so close to shattering into a million pieces, I pulled the door handle, opened the door, and slipped out while placing her back on the seat. I turned her toward me, helped her out. When Jamie’s feet were on the pavement, I stepped between her legs and cupped the back of her head again.
“Do you own a vibrator?”
She nodded, that innocence returning to her dark eyes.
“Good.” I nodded toward her apartment. “I want you to go inside, get ready for bed. Once you’re in bed, I want you to call me.”
Her eyes widened.
I leaned in, planted a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll make sure you get off tonight.”
She moaned, then leaned into me, her mouth melding to mine. I allowed the kiss to linger for longer than it should, and once more, it took a tremendous amount of effort to pull away, but I did.
I took her bottom lip between my teeth, nibbled. “Go inside, cupcake.”
“Yes, Sir,” she offered with a wicked smile.
I swatted her ass as she hurried off, smiling to myself. She’d obviously realized what calling me Sir did to me. I remembered when she’d done it earlier. It had startled me until I realized it had been completely innocent on her part.
On unsteady legs, I made my way back to the driver’s side, climbed in as I watched her slip into her apartment.
Ten minutes later, I was at my hotel, my body still hard and aching. I waved to the night manager on my way to the elevators, my mind replaying everything that had happened in the last couple of hours. When the doors opened, I was still smiling as I pushed off the wall and made it down the long, dimly lit hallway.
I really did need to find a permanent residence. Perhaps that would be my focus for the weekend. After all, I would need something to distract me from thoughts of Jamie. Otherwise, I would likely end up back on her doorstep.
I had just dropped onto the bed when my phone rang. I slipped it out of my pocket, grinned at the screen.
“Cupcake?”
“I’m ready for bed,” she said, her raspy words tickling my ear.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”
“I was actually thinking the same thing about you.” Jamie laughed, then settled with a soft sigh. “Thank you for tonight, Cav. I really did have a good time.”
“Me, too.” Better than I’d expected. “And I have every intention of doing it again really soon.”
“Which part?” I could hear the sexual innuendo in her tone.
“All of it.”
“Good.”
“Why’s that good, cupcake?”
“Because…” Her voice lowered, “because I hurt.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” She paused for a moment. “I wish you would’ve come inside.”
“I do, too,” I admitted.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because it’s too soon.”
“Why?”
I laughed at the petulant tone. “Because I said.”
This time Jamie giggled, and I knew she was relaxing.
“Let me hear the vibrator, cupcake.”
There was a rustle of sound, and a second later, I heard the soft rumble of a vibrator.
“You’ve never been kissed before me, but you own a vibrator?”
She giggled. “My best friend Tiffany … well, let’s just say she’s creative with her gift giving.”
I repositioned myself on the bed. “Are you naked?”
“No.”
“What are you wearing?”
“A T-shirt and panties,” she said quickly, her voice still raspy.
“Take off your panties.”
There was shuffling, followed by a long moment of silence before she finally said, “Okay. I did.”
“I want you to turn on the vibrator and press it to your clit.”
