“Babe, you look hot sleeping in my shirt. But you could have pulled out a clean one.”

She stretched and watched Jameson’s eyes soak her up, the lust so plain on his face. She loved that about him. He didn’t think his wanting her made him weak.

“But this one smelled like you.” The pulse at his neck kicked up a notch and his lashes dipped making smudges against his cheek bones.

“You like my stink all over you.” He pulled his shirt over his head and the sight of his chest sucked all the moisture from her mouth. Her hand reached for him before she registered what she was doing.

“Makes me think you’re all wrapped around me. Holding me tight.”

“You want that?” She barely managed to nod her head. He slid on to the bed and finished undressing. He was already hard. Was it wrong that she loved the effect she had on him? That he had no problem showing her what she did to him? That it made her want to do more?

She rolled to her knees, then straddled him, massaging his cock between them. He was still sitting with his back against the headboard. Since she could reach his mouth, she took it. He tasted of salt and good beer, but mostly he tasted like Jameson. His arms stayed by his side but his hands were grabbing tight to the sheets.

“Yes, Jameson, I want that. I want you wrapped around me as we, we have sex.” Except what they were doing didn’t feel like just sex. God, his smile was enough to burn his shirt from her body.

“All ya had to do was ask. But I want to try something a little different.” He laughed when her eyes went wide. “Relax, I promise you’ll like this. First though I want to suck on those pretty nips of yours.” Her whole body flamed both from his direct request and how much it turned her on that he’d made it.

“Well what are you going to do about it?” They sat there grinning at each other for a second. He liked her challenging him, almost as much as he liked when she gave in and did what he asked. The difference now was that she felt comfortable sliding back and forth between the two. She wasn’t expecting him to lift the shirt up to cover her face and trap her arms. The jerk got harder the more she struggled and laughed harder to boot. When she growled at him he caught her hands and held her pinned.

“Be good and I’ll be good to you. Close your eyes and just feel for a minute.” His warm firm lips latched on to a nipple and she stopped fighting. Heck, she even stopped worrying how dumb she looked with her shirt pulled over her head. Not seeing him made the sensations stronger. His tongue seemed rougher, hotter, his lips smoother, teasing. He worked one to a hard point and then started on the other. Now they both ached but her head was thrown back as she pushed deeper into his mouth. Light caught her by surprise when he pulled the t-shirt completely off.

“You don’t play fair.”

“Wouldn’t be much fun if I did. Ready for your surprise?”

“That wasn’t it?”

“Hell no! That was just a little fun. Did you like it?” She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she knew he wouldn’t let her get away with that. Sure enough, he gripped her chin and turned her face up to his. “What are the rules, Candy?”

“You and your rules. Yes, sort of. Next time just blindfold me.” That made him smile. She liked making him smile way too much.

“Blindfolding you makes you feel less embarrassed? You do realize I can still see you, right?”

“Yes, it— I don’t know it’s just easier to, let go.” Now his smile took on a slightly devilish edge.

“You are going to be so sorry you admitted that.” From the grin on his face she wasn’t entirely sure he was right. He had done things that shocked her, at first, but nothing that truly made her feel threatened. The thought made her lick her lips and his eyes turned dark watching her tongue. Whatever hold he had on her, hers was just as strong on him. Maybe that was part of the turn on. She snapped out of her head when she saw him twisting the t-shirt he’d taken from her into a rope. He realized her hesitation.

“Just a little blindfold, trust me.” Any other man would have asked the question, not Jameson, he made it a demand.

“Fine. But I’m not ready to get tied up.”

“Not ready? Meaning, at some point you will be? Fuck yeah!” His happiness was so transparent she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Can you quit talking and just get on with it?”

That made him steal a kiss, just before he tied the shirt over her eyes. Then she was engulfed in his scent, that alone brought her nipples back to hard points and made her ache all over again. She had never reacted to a man on his scent alone.

“Now, turn around.”

“What?” She flinched.

“Easy. Just a little reverse cowgirl. If you really don’t like it, we can stop.”

“But then you’ll see...”

“That gorgeous ass of yours, sure as fuck.”

“But...”

“Candy you were the one who said you wanted me wrapped around you.”

“But you won’t see my face?”

“Of course I will, babe. I’ll be right here. Turn around, let me show you.” He helped her get where he wanted her, almost, he wasn’t inside her, just trapped underneath. “See, I’m right here.” He whispered in her ear making her turn her head. When she did he kissed her lips. The angle was awkward but having his chest pressed against her back, his arm around her waist pinning her to him made up for not being able to kiss him as much. It helped that he was covering any skin he could reach in kisses. With his other hand he traced his fingertips all over her shoulders and down her arms. Goosebumps burst over her skin.

“Cold?”

“No.” Her voice sounded like it belonged to some Forties silver screen femme fatale. His dark chuckle in her ear promised she’d give in and like it.

“So wanna try? I can’t wait to be inside you.” She shivered at the pulse that seemed to expand out from her womb. She only managed to shake her head, at this point she was so wet and wanting she would have agreed to almost anything and the man had barely touched her. He eased her forward and then she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper

His strong hands held her hips until she got her balance. Then he held her steady with one hand while guiding himself to her entrance. She felt the latex and had a moment of regret. She wanted to feel him, just him, consequences be damned. No, not consequences, a future. That was why all of this felt so right. She had fallen in love with the man and in her shock she lost her balance taking him deep in one stroke. The move left her breathless for so many reasons.

“Christ, Candy.” His breath sawed in and out as he almost lost control. His hands cupped her breasts, the warmth helping to ease some of the tension. “Jesus, are you okay?” at her nod he released the breath he was holding. “Slow down a sec, okay.” That Mr. Control was having his own issues made her smile and she was glad he couldn’t see it. His fingers stroked her cheek and he turned her face toward his. The kiss this time was more of an exploration. She felt his sigh feather across her lips when her hand covered his against her cheek. That this demanding, complicated man could be so tender always touched her heart and now she knew why. How could she have fallen in love with him? It was all wrong, they were too different. He knit the fingers of his other hand with hers on her thigh, bringing their joined hands to wrap around her waist. Her breath came out as a near sob when he finally pulled his lips from hers.

With his forehead resting against her temple, his words were barely a whisper in her ear. “Rock for me.”

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing but tuning out her brain helped. He groaned at her first tentative movement.

“Fuck yes. Like that. Faster.” That was all the encouragement she needed. Her back arched driving him even deeper. The different position touched new nerves and sent shockwaves through her system. He seemed bigger, harder. It was breathtaking. She was lost in her own world when she felt him skim their hands to the inside of her thigh and then deeper. He brushed her clit with her fingers.

“Oh God, Jameson.” It was like watching lightning streak across the sky toward her.

“Not yet. Soon. I want you to feel this first.” He moved their hands lower until her fingers touched them both where they were joined. Another pulse detonated inside her. “God, I love being inside you.” Despite the carnality of the words it was impossible to miss the reverence in his voice. She shook his hand off so she could reach lower and run her nails lightly over his sac. His whole body shivered but she didn’t get a chance to try again as he grabbed her wrist. He nipped her ear, as what, punishment? A warning? In pleasure? Now he glided their fingers to her clit and began to stroke her. His insistent, hers more tentative but as close as she was it wouldn’t have mattered. She could feel the storm coming. Her lungs ached, her whole body tense.

“God, I can feel you catching fire.” Again, the words were said with awe in his voice. Her head dropped back to his shoulder. His rough stubble softly scraped her shoulder as he buried his face against her neck. He started sucking on a spot that sent fire racing along already red-hot nerves. He kept up his sweet torture between her thighs, her soft fingers, his rougher ones. She pulled her hand from his and moved it back to where he entered her. His arm around her waist kept her hips rocking without her being conscious of the movement. He groaned against her skin and rocked her faster. She could feel her body tighten and heard his breath catch.

It was that moment of his vulnerability that did her in. “Oh God, Jame-eh...” the rest stayed trapped in her lungs. Her orgasm broke in waves and just as relentlessly as the tide. She thought she heard him say something but she was beyond reason.

When she came back to the present she was curled facing him, in his arms. The blindfold was gone. She was sated and sleepy but mostly she felt safe, cherished, even loved. She tried to speak but couldn’t seem to form words or even get her eyes to open. When she slowly turned her face up to his, he kissed the tip of her nose and each eyelid, each kiss the brush of a moth’s wing. Finally, he kissed her lips so tenderly she felt tears form behind her eyes.

“When it all goes to hell, babe, I hope you know how precious you are to me.” He’d said it like he was casting a spell, like his incantation would seep into her memory despite her stupor. Words would have ruined the moment, would have turned him defensive. Instead she feigned sleep and snuggled in closer. Her fingers slid up the wall of his chest. At last she found it, his heart beat with the same staccato rhythm as hers and the rhythm lulled her to sleep.

“I love you.” She wasn’t sure whether she’d actually said them or not. He didn’t startle so maybe she’d dreamed them. Or he was taking the path of least resistance and ignoring them. She should too. It was safer that way but not saying what she felt made her heart ache.