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“You should get some sleep,” I said and turned to go out of the room. I was conscious that Jamie was undressing just a few meters away from me.
“Wait,” she said. “Don’t … don’t go.”
I turned around.
There she was. Jamie had peeled off her wet blouse and her suit pants, which lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She had the towel around her, but it had slipped and left her bare shoulders exposed.
I went toward her, like a man sleepwalking, and sat beside her. She rested her head on my chest, and there on the bed, I felt the beast growling inside of me.
“You’re gonna be okay,” I said.
“Thanks to you,” she murmured and lifted her head. In the dark bedroom, I could see the line of her face, the gentle curve of her jaw. Her wet hair, starting to dry now, framed her face perfectly.
Jamie put an arm on my shoulder, and then before I knew it, she was pressing her lips to mine, and all I could think was how good it felt to have kept her safe. Despite everything we’d said and done.
Chapter Thirteen
Jamie
Inthedarknessofthe room, I slipped my arms around Eric and held him tight. My skin was cold, and his was slicked with rain, but as I held him and kissed, warmth traveled from his core to mine. Soon I felt alive again. The fire of our passion and the heat of Eric’s body were bringing me back to a place where I felt comfort from the rest of the world.
I knew it was a bad idea—that I was tired, cold, hungry, not thinking straight. But holding onto Eric balanced me and made me feel good inside. And even though I’d been with him that day, it felt like an age had passed since I’d seen him last. Adrenaline and fear had stretched time, and even if it was just a few hours since we’d shared a bed in the hotel room in Barnstable, the time between then and now seemed like another four years between us.
I raised my hands and put them through his hair before I reached beneath his shirt and pressed my arms up against his torso. We were alive—we’d made it to safety. And it was thanks to him. The man who hurt me, the man who wounded me. But also the man who’d come to protect me.
Weary and overcome by desire, I grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the narrow bed beside me. Eric’s breath was hot as he traced a line of kisses out on the soft flesh between my ear and my collarbone, and I yelped quietly as he kissed a little harder. As he drew back and rolled with me, I felt his teeth run against my shoulder, and the sharp electric feeling made me cry out quietly, moaning with lust for him.
In the darkness, I wanted to feel him, wanted to know the shape of his body where my eyes could no longer follow him. I dug my nails into his back as he pressed his body to mine, and I realized with a thrill of pleasure that he was already hard for me. I could feel the bulge of his manhood press into my bare leg as we tossed and turned in the bed.
Outside, the rain hammered so hard that I could barely hear my heartbeat, which had whooshed to life with the nourishing, calming presence of his body. I hooked my bare legs around him and pulled him closer as he struggled with my bra straps and finally loosed my breasts. I purred with excitement when his mouth lowered and settled around one of my nipples.
“Is this what you want?” said Eric, and I nodded involuntarily. The truth was that I barely knew if it was what I wanted. If I’d stopped to think for a moment, I would surely have known it was a bad idea, but the truth was that I was far beyond reasoning now. My brush with the storm had left me feeling only needs, a need for warmth, a need for protection, a need for him to take over and control my every move only he could accomplish.
With his free hand, Eric reached down and slipped inside my panties, which by now were wet not just with the rain but because I was aroused and ready for him. I sighed as his fingers pressed gently against my pussy, and slowly he masturbated me as I ran my hands over him, feeling his muscles, compensating in the darkness for what my eyes couldn’t see. I arched my back and moaned as he kissed my mouth.
“Shh,” he said, quieting me.
“It’s so good,” I said. “Goddamit, how are you so … good?”
“It’s because I can sense your needs,” he said, and I realized that it was true. It was all so good because I could feel Eric’s powerful need for me and my body responded, opening for him, my legs arching and shaking with pleasure as he fingered my pussy while continuing to place delicate, graceful kisses on my cheeks and mouth, in my hair as I pulled him close and rested my head on his broad chest.
Despite his animalistic nature, I had unlocked a gentle touch within him, and I knew what I wanted.. I wanted Eric to fill me, and so when I knew I was ready enough, I pulled up his hand and wrapped my legs around him.’
“Take me,” I said. “I want you inside of me.”
There on the bed, he climbed over me, and in a heartbeat, I felt the head of his thick cock pressing at the lips of my pussy. Slowly, Eric slid into me, and as he did, I felt myself buck and tense, not prepared for the size of him. But seeing me react made him slow down, and gradually he eased himself into me with shallow thrusts until I was full of him, until his body had covered me and I could wrap my arms around his shoulders.
I looked into his provocative eyes as he bore down on me, thrusting a little faster now. Together, we rocked, as I took more and more of his sizeable cock. I smiled, and his dark brown eyes gleamed in the dark. When he bent down and kissed me, I realized that there was nowhere I’d rather be than safe here in his arms.
When Eric came, I felt it building in me, his dick hard and pulsing, until he filled me with heat and light. And there we lay, in perfect contentment, as he said my name:
“Jamie,” he moaned, “Jamie, you’re … beautiful.”
I smiled and pulled him tighter, keeping him there with my legs locked around him, practically babbling with the need for him.
“I love it when you come for me,” I told him, and I meant it. I loved it when Eric gave himself up. I loved that I could make him do that.
“I love it too,” he said.
