“I’ll take care of it tomorrow at the office,” he said as he placed the envelope on top of her bureau. “I did tell you that we’re expected at the office tomorrow to go over the tour so far, didn’t I?”
“No,” she said, smiling when he winced. “But that’s fine.”
He leaned in and gave her a quick, too quick, kiss. “About the office……”
“I know that I have to keep my dirty little hands off of you,” she said, sighing heavily. “I’ll try, but it will be difficult,” she teased.
“You have no idea,” he said roughly as he leaned down and took her mouth in a passionate kiss.
It wasn’t long before he was tearing her clothes off and she was sliding her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and stroking him. When she was left in nothing but her panties he grabbed them and ripped them clear from her body, startling her and sending her arousal into overdrive. It was as if he’d thrown gas on the fire and she couldn’t get enough of him.
Somehow she found herself sitting on the edge of her bureau with her legs spread and his tongue sliding inside of her as she buried her fingers in his hair.
Eventually she was forced to grab the back of the bureau as he took her roughly with his mouth. When his fingers joined his tongue she couldn’t hold back. Within seconds she was screaming his name until her voice was hoarse.
Before the last ounce of pleasure drained out of her body he was standing in front of her and slamming his way home as he took her mouth in a hungry kiss that had her panting and screaming for more in seconds. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, desperate to be closer to him. When he stumbled away from the bureau she let out a surprised little squeal that had him chuckling even as he slowly ground himself inside of her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, licking her lips hungrily as he moved his mouth down to her neck and suckled in that naughty little way of his that drove her crazy.
“I’m making love to you, baby,” he said huskily against her skin seconds before they were falling.
She landed with a startled gasp on her back across the bed with Nick still firmly in place. He buried his face against her neck as his right hand came up and cupped her breast as he rolled his h*ps slowly against hers. She loved the way he touched her, looked at her and made her feel, but most importantly she realized as he shifted until he was on his elbows looking down at her that she just plain loved him.
As he stared into her eyes she had to fight the urge to cry at the tender expression on his face. She reached up and cupped his face and drew him down for a kiss. He would never know how much she loved him, she thought sadly.
“Jamie, oh god, Jamie,” he groaned against her lips as she fought against the urge to tell him how much she loved him. It was a difficult battle, but somehow she won. As much as she would love to tell him how she felt she knew that he’d be running for the door before the last word left her mouth so she would have to settle for whatever he could give her and hope like heck that it didn’t kill her when he finally walked away.
******
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” Jamie asked with that innocent smile that he loved as she readjusted herself on his lap.
He shook his head, fighting back a yawn as he watched her bite her lip as she slowly slid down his morning erection. A loud groan escaped him as his hands shot out to grip her h*ps and gently guide her so that she didn’t hurt herself. How in the hell had he lived this long without morning sex? There really was no better way to wake up, he decided as his little recluse gripped his forearms to steady herself as she moved back up his shaft.
Her eyes closed in pleasure as she licked her lips and he knew he’d have to make damn sure that he was around every morning to start his day off like this.
He’d never had morning sex before, early noon sex yes, but not first thing in the morning sex. That probably had something to do with the fact that he made it a point to leave as soon as he was done. Sticking around usually sent the wrong impression to the woman he slept with like he cared or even remembered her name.
With Jamie he more than cared.
“You can go back to sleep if you want. I promise to be quiet,” she said on a soft little moan that had his c**k twitching inside of her.
“But if I go back to sleep I won’t be able to do this,” he said, adjusting his hand so that his thumb was able to tease her clit.
Jamie gasped as she laid one hand over his as she slowly rode him. “It would probably be best if you stayed awake then,” she agreed as she did this little twist and drop thing that had him sucking in a breath and struggling not to throw her on her back and f**k her until she couldn’t move. When she did it again he arched his back and let out a loud groan.
As much as it killed him he decided to lay back and let his little recluse have her fun. Of course that didn’t mean he couldn’t help her reach the point of screaming his name a little faster to put him out of his misery. He wasn’t a masochist after all.
******
Jamie’s warm smile when he stepped out of her bathroom made him wish that they could call in sick today, but they had too damn much to do. Well, he did.
His little recluse needed to go over some things with Rick and work on her books.
They still had a month of tour dates to complete and there was so much that he wanted to show his little recluse. He couldn’t wait to get back on the road with her.
She walked over to him and lightly ran her fingers down his silk tie before standing on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “I love your hair,” she said, smiling as she walked passed him to her door.
He barely stopped himself from telling her that he knew that she liked it this way or that he’d given it a mused look for her since it would just make him look like an idiot. Never before had he cared what a woman thought or wanted, but he found himself eager to please his little recluse. It was funny how making her happy made him happy. Not that he was going to look too far into that, because he wasn’t.
As he headed for the door he grabbed his briefcase and the overnight bag he’d thrown together last night and followed after his little recluse only to come an abrupt halt when he found her shifting nervously in front of some guy wearing cheap cologne that smelled like Windex and the expression of a guy who hadn’t gotten laid in decades.
“You can’t do this,” Jamie said, holding up a white piece of paper.
“I just did, lady. When you moved in I told you that I didn’t want any problems and for almost two months I’ve had to deal with crowds, people breaking in and weirdos. I’m done. I want you out by the end of the week!” the man snapped, moving to walk away, but his little recluse scrambled to catch up and cut him off.