“That’s the plan,” I deadpanned.
“I’m serious. She’s been hurt enough. No sweet, charming guy act. Just screwing.”
“Mandy, it’s only three weeks. Don’t be stupid.” What the hell did she think could possibly happen between us in three weeks?
She nodded slowly and we walked back inside. The fast song had slowed and mixed into a slow ballad, and that stunning woman stood in the middle of the dance floor glaring at the DJ like he was next on her personal hit list.
I jogged across the dance floor and slid in front of her. “May I have this dance?”
She stood there watching me, blinked a few times, then draped her hands around my neck and smiled. “Everyone was just throwing money at me, you missed it.”
"Kevin was out front," I grumbled, tilting my head down to watch her expression.
Her face blanched. Then my face must have blanched. I didn’t want him to be a thought in her mind. All I wanted her thinking about was me and how hard I was going to make her come. I started to say something, but she cut me right off, "Please don't tell me it's time to get over it."
"I won't. I'm not here to help you get over it either, but I will help you get through it," I said.
As soon as we get the hell out of here, I'm going to make you forget he ever existed.
We boarded a plane right after the party and slept the entire flight. I woke to her curled into me—her mass of inky dark hair across my chest and shoulders. She was beautiful. So beautiful—and I only had three weeks. Three weeks to make her forget about that idiot and make her realize what a beautiful woman she really was and what being with a real man was all about.
She deserved to be with someone who would worship every inch of her body and every minute of her time. That was sure as hell going to be me, even if it was only for a short time. I didn’t think about consequences. I didn’t think about what ifs. All I thought about was showing her that all men weren’t little boys.
After landing, I had a car pick us up and drive us to the dump of a hotel Trager had reserved a room in. As soon as we stepped out of the car, the look on her face had me furious. “Get back in the car,” I said.
“What? Why? This is the place,” she whispered.
“Yeah, well I’m not Trager the Mailroom guy. This isn’t good enough for you. Let’s go,” I said, gently shoving her ass back into the car.
I hit the back of the driver’s seat and handed him two crisp hundred-dollar bills. “Take us to the best place to stay here. And drive slowly.”
She leaned her head on the back of the seat and watched me. “Spread your legs,” I whispered, “then cross number five off your list.”
She was scared. Her hands grasped at the edge of her skirt and she tugged it down, her eyebrows arched up high, questioning me. “There’s no holding back now, Lex. Let go. Everything you want I’m going to give you. Open your legs for me,” I whispered into her hair. I watched the driver make eye contact with her in the rearview mirror. He knew what I was doing, shit he was probably just as hard as I was listening to her shaky breathing. Watching her chest heave, her thighs opened wide. Her scent filled up the back seat.
I slid my fingers up her smooth thigh. The muscles beneath her skin trembled—with fright or anticipation I didn’t know. The higher my fingers edged the warmer her skin felt, until my fingertips met with the edge of her panties. That’s where it was hot. I skimmed a knuckle over the material. It was soaking wet. I wanted to see it. “Lift it up. You’re so wet, I need to see it.”
She gasped. Her muscles tightened. I could feel her entire body freeze up with fear as her quick glances ran back and forth between me and the cab driver, whose eyes were glued to the rearview mirror. “Here? Now? It’s day time,” she whispered.
“Lift up, Lex. I want to see how sexy you are.”
“What if I’m not?”
I slid my fingers under the lip of the material and slipped my fingers against her wet flesh. “You’re dripping all over my fingers, Lex. There’s nothing sexier than that for a man. Nothing.” I circled my finger around and around her small bundle of nerves. I could feel it swell under my touch. Her head fell back against the window and her body melted back into the seat.
“I…I’m…James, it’s been so long. I’m going to…” her words were panted, broken—begging.
“Lift up your skirt, Lex. I want to watch my fingers dip inside you.”
“Holy cow,” she breathed as she brought her trembling hands to the hem of her skirt and slowly raised the material.
“That’s it, Lex. That’s so incredibly sexy,” I rumbled, watching my fingers move in circles under the wet material. “Now pull the material away and hold it against your thigh. Show me what’s making those panties so wet,” I urged, licking my bottom lip. Damn, I wanted my mouth on her.
Taking a deep inhale, she hooked two fingers around the middle of her underwear, pulled them to the side, and showed me the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “Fuck, Lex. Don’t you ever hide that from me. Ever,” I said, dipping the tips of two of my fingers into the silken wetness. She was bare. She was pink and perfect and I wanted to sink my cock inside her so hard. I curled my fingers and continued rubbing her clit. “Move, baby. Enjoy yourself. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
Her one hand fisted the panties and the other grabbed onto my arm and dug her nails into my skin. “James, I’m…” she moaned. Yes, she was going to come. I could feel her swell and thicken around my fingers as I moved them in and out of her. Her low moans and sounds were driving me crazy. I felt the cab slow. I glanced quickly at the driver, who pulled over and adjusted the mirror to watch the beautiful creature who was about to come all over my fingers.
Her body moved with the strokes of my hands—lifting herself to get me deeper. So, deeper I went, until her insides were tightening and pulsing and her low cries were saying my name over and over. She rode it out. Her body relaxing and softening, melting into my hand like she was made of warm honey.
She covered her mouth with her hands when she was done and her cheeks reddened to a bright glow.
I brought my fingers to my lips and slipped them in my mouth. “You’re delicious.”
Her eyes widened and her hands slowly slid off her face.
“Next time, your going to do that on my mouth so I get an even better taste.”
14
Lexa
“Any person who says their wedding day was the best day of their life obviously never had two Twix drop out of a vending machine by mistake.” @Kavon #LikeWinningTheLottery
Jameson was serious.
Jameson was serious about the whole three-week thing.
He was serious and I just had my first orgasm since God only knows when on his fingers in the back of a cab.
That was the craziest thing I ever did. Every muscle in my body felt like liquid. Squishy, trembling liquid.
I tried to climb out of the cab on jelly legs and bounced right back down. Seriously, I never had an orgasm from someone doing that to me. Ever. Even I could barely get myself to come like that unless I used a vibrator. And I wasn’t allowed to have a vibrator since Kevin was insanely jealous of them.
Jameson had magical fingers. I knew I was in way over my head. He was very experienced and I wasn’t any good at that stuff.
“Here, let me help you, Miss.” I looked up to see the cab driver holding his hand out to me, waiting to help me pull myself all the way out of the car. Could he tell my legs were jelly? He smiled at me with a knowing look and my stomach exploded with fluttery waves. Holy cow, he just watched the whole thing, didn’t he?